Rosebush

Monday I walk into the shine, Admire buds with Beauty fine, And thorns that Kiss With subtle prick, And stems That by the day Grow thick-- I smile At my rosebush pick. Tuesday It rains; I stay inside And watch your petals Absorb the tide, Drinking up Till next week's cry; You're miserable Yet comfort's high. Wednesday I'm late and cannot stop, I pass you by-- Two, three times tops. You perk When footsteps clatter near, Then fall back down When sight is clear. I've left, But I'll be back, My dear. Thursday I wake up just for you Sunbathe and nap Till half past two, Then rush to work And leave the view, Suddenly red turns to blue. The weekend comes, I work long hours, It thunderstorms With light rain showers, Until sunday comes again I go outside to see you, My friend, Just one look And love deepens.