The One Worth Leaving

Will you take the rose from my hand?
enjoy it's lasting beauty and pure golden ambiance
and the deeper meaning it beholds
that I think I'm close to love
or an utter liking to you
maybe too close, i can taste it's sweet slow kiss
but so close, it's intangible
as the crisp apple high in the tree tops
this is untouchable as well
I'll wish to reach out for you
I'll hope to catch you
and the knowledge holding me by the cuffs of my sleeve
is that of love
he's already a dreamer in the realm, the haven, of perfection
with perfect hands holding perfect bodies
and perfect minds looking in perfect eyes
leading them into the perfect kiss
another hand, which isn't of my wrist, is so close to my heart
I know not of why this beautiful flower with the sweetest sent of honey
and the brightest petals grows in my garden
but only for another's soil
it's that hurting of eyes watering in such a glossy manner which my situation causes
and it's not just a repetitious cycle of instability
but my method of living
and it's the only thing I know