White Rose

A white rose in full blossom is a beauty seldom seen by me, for my vision is often blurred.

I see only what i want to see and not always what is in front of me.

The life style I live today is an impetuous one. 

I am trying to catch up with the quick paced world around me, and therefore am impulsive, not ever really having any fun.

Or, for that matter, not even having any time for myself.

I did not stop to notice the simple radiance of even a white rose, until I noticed the pulchritude in you.

Your manly physique aroused my inner consciousness.

Your gentle and softly spoken words elevated my soul.

Your tender embrace enraptured my heart to a level where I realized, I did not have to expedite myself through life.

This brisk world around me could not begin to compare to the simple beauty of a white rose or the passion that rushes through me when I look at you; and finally realize, that you were right here in front of me all the while.