Rose (II)

the beauty of the sun
that rises, in the morning
when it gives a
slow-embracing light
when its rays reach
even the smallest surface
and give meaning
to a once darkened
never before seen sight

then that was when
i finally believed in heaven
when the angels dance
right before my eyes
rejoicing, i finally realized
that santa clause exists
and that santa is God
when He gave me the greatest
gift of having you

a precious rose
grown from the garden
of Eve, and God picked you
for me, and i held you
in my hand and closed it
and your thorns didn't hurt
like soft cushion
my life was given birth

so trust my palm
to embrace your beauty
like the sun in the morning
like santa as God
i know the sun would set
and dark would enter
but during the night my love
when i open this palm
your light would give me
a reason to live.