The Wild Rose
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart.
Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
Today is 4 years since I met the boy. Love you D, xx.