With colour deepest yellow
Petals soft as silk
It reaches up and draws me in
As I was drawn to you.

Gently lifting up the bud
To just below my nose
I smell its sweet delicious scent
That scent I knew so well.

Lifting up the rose again
To stroke across my eyes
I feel the softest touch of you
That touch I knew so well.

Raising up the rose once more
To brush against my lips
I feel the sweetness of your kiss
That kiss I knew so well.

That scent, that touch, that kiss of you
I knew them all so well.
This rose brings them back to me
From forty years ago.

25/3/2017