Love Expressed With A Rose

I walk into my dressing room
after my first play.
I saw a rose tied along with a card,
I didn't know what to say.

"You were great. I love you"
was what the card read.
it meant so much to me, I cried,
my heart beat no longer dead.

That was the first, but not the last,
he sent a rose each night.
I smelled their dear scent, and held them close.
My heart leaped and did flips with the sight.

I never said anything
but I looked forward to each rose.
I saved them all in a vase,
two dozen wonderful smells held up to my nose.

One day I waited, but no rose came,
I worried something was wrong.
I called him on the phone, but no answer,
why didn't he answer? what's taking so long?

I went to his house, and knocked on his door,
he answered and sighed, "please come in."
he took my hand and sat me down asking,
"what did I do wrong? Is love a sin?"

"No, no" I said and wiped a tear,
and kissed him gently on the lips,
he smiled at me and asked, "what was that for?"
and i whispered, "this way we both win."