Flowering a Perfect Rose: A Letter to My Brown Eyed Girl
I still remember the first time I met you. I walked into the room, naïve, young and innocent to true feelings of passion. But when my gaze fell upon you, dear, I knew my emotions had met their match. I couldn’t take all of you in at once, so I started with your chestnut hair, which cascaded down to your shoulders. Then came the striking brown eyes that have captivated me since. Such was the planting of a rose.
I also recall when I first came to feel love for you, because later in the very same room, I saw you once more. Strangely, you walked across the room and sat down next to me. Stranger still, two things happened for the first time. It was the first time I saw that beautiful smile of yours. It still makes me feel an emotion which nothing else has ever made me experience. But even more incredible was your silken voice. If a hundred angels sang me a sonnet, it would not be as amazing as your sweet, melodic tones. Such was the budding of the rose.
And now, while I sit here writing, you reside in my head, my heart and my spirit. You are a woman; stunning, lovely, and compassionate who deserves far more love than you receive, but I hope one day I can change that. And so I write this in hopes that one day you will feel affection for me. As for how I feel, I have a greater understanding and attachment to the love which began with but one look at you. Such was the flowering of one perfect rose.





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