He stays silent, looking up at the moon
Eyes wide open, starring into the night
His sorrow washed away by the stars
A rose growing from his heart.

Bathed by the moonlight,
Caressed by the cold night breeze,
He simply feels anew
A rose growing from his heart.

Hearing the music from the sky
Feeling the warmth from inside
He knows he is not alone anymore
A rose growing from his heart.

He stays silent, looking down at the earth
Eyes shut, starring into his heart
His happiness witnessed by God alone
A rose growing from its heart.

He feels complete at last
A woman’s hand in his own
The beloved woman he received
Who is growing a rose in his heart.

To my wife… The engagement poem she never received… until now

The beast was there, lying on the floor
Orange, black and grey, tail to mouth
Eyes, paws or ears were nowhere to be seen
The beast was there, waiting for its prey.

The beast was there, proud of its strength
Tail, body and a toothless mouth
Without heart or remorse
The beast was there, lengthening his neck.

The beast was there, eating around
With a roaring sound coming from its entrails
Without mercy or conscience
The beast was there, swallowing dust.