One Perfect Rose
A single flower she dropped when we met
and in her hands she held a pipe, a water hose
that splashed me by accident quiet wet
while at my feet lay a perfect rose.
I wanted to take her for a spin on my motorbike,
to experience the sun and wind in a special way,
wanted to give her a present that she would like
but she giggled and with a garden hose began to play
and like little children we ran up and down
laughing and having fun
and never such exuberance I have known
from the time that my dating had begun
and later when I returned her rose her eyes did propose
a tender embrace, maybe a kiss and I held her close.
poem by Gert Strydom
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