One more look at you,
Auto-pilot now turned off;
You look as you did
when through rose you seemed perfection.
Every freckle on your face was to be loved.
To me you were the man,
‘The one’, some say..
As if there is just one for one,
As if rose cannot be used as a lens once more.
That’s what I feel today,
as if rose will cover my eyes again…