a white rose

A canopy of petals soar above;

While the magic around us propels them

To the heavens of the stage,

An equal share returns them back,

With us to witness the spectacle.

The feeling of warmth overcomes me,

Filling my soul with safety and happiness;

Experiencing what I deserve to feel —

What I was always able to hold,

I just wasn’t aware.

Doves float in the sky, stems of clouds swirling;

Time frozen with the bows, with the joy;

An end of a run —  my dream in a frame;

A future with you by my side, up there,

Standing proud for all to see.

Seventy times mentioned in his words,

Conveying nearly every aspect of humanity — 

A symbol that carries on for hundreds of years.

Yet when I think of it — a white rose,

What comes to mind now is this moment with you. 

Seventy mentions turns into countless possibilities;

A constellation forms above — never before seen;

Invisible connections that led us to each other —

Serendipitous: our entire lives apart,

An ocean of change — of transformation.

Yet all of those decisions, minuscule or vast,

Always written to get us here:

Under the flowers, under the moonlight;

A story written in the stars,

A connection incomprehensible.

T'aimi πάντοτε et in aeternum.