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