Little Rose

Are you lonely, Little Rose? 

Call me. I shall listen to you.

Somewhere in the distance,

the birds chirp through heavy rain.

Are you lonely, Little Rose?

Call me. I shall hold your hand.

A cool touch, soft skin, and hair that smells of rain—

Are you lonely, Little Rose?

Call me. Where are we?

We are far beyond the clouds…

That's the furthest distance I've ever been before.

A friend that follows,

You never judge me—

I love you, Little Rose!

So then, what would you like?

A chocolate bar?

I'll buy something later,

You’ll never leave me,

You have your place—

On the green hill by the lake.

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This poem is inspired by Puttin’ on the Ritz and Leo Tolstoy’s War and Peace.