Perfect Rose

From where I sit I see a rose a very lovely

Red velvet rose from which I see your beauty shine.

But do my eyes deceive my own or is it true what

I do see. This lovely perfect red velvet rose.

The first poem i ever wrote i was 16 years old i wrote this before ever meeting the one girl in my life that change my life for the better.. to bad i couldn't hold on to her she was a gem. wrote this 5 months before i meet her

funny how i write the poems that fore tell my future and how i never notice it until its to late..