Pink little rose, you look like a perfect pink rose

You feel like a valley of lavender, like the warmth of a summer day

The faint lemony scent of  tall grass and flowers is how you smell

You sound like the distant cicadas that sing and share stories

Velvet petals and sweet honey, you taste fresh and inviting

You are what I see when I think about thinking 

You are the meadow in which stands around the clearing

You are the hums that the sun makes as it watches us 

Did you know that you look like spring? Like the beginning of me?

You smell like fresh laundry and an excitement to wear you, did you know that?

Were you aware that your taste is like fresh baked cookies, the ones I ate as a child?

You feel like my future and the hug of the past. 

You feel like the warmth of the sky and the cold of a flower

You feel like the ground as it embraces me so

You are my thoughts, my mind, the place I go when I close my brain

You are my resting place when I am no longer me, lost or searching.

You are the absence of my physical vessel in which allows my thoughts to wander

You are the trail that I follow when I feel myself drifting

You are the embrace of my mother when we are connecting

You are the loyalty of a dog in the shape of a pink little rose