I was thirteen and I have got a date one day
My very first … and I was so excited
I went ahead and flowers bought bouquet
Twelve scarlet roses – hoping for Her heart to get ignited
I was stood up – she did not make the date !
I felt ashamed, embarrassed and betrayed !
Those flowers burned my hands and made me be suspect
They yelled that I am a failure and reject
I threw away this evidence of shame
To glowing roses I assigned the blame
In instance came relieve, despair went away
I still remember vividly that day
Experienced by me half century ago
But recently this story came again to me to grow
While walking down the street I noticed the bouquet – exactly that,
Or very similar – I couldn’t tell you more,
Which lay abandoned on the top of parapet,
– It was another failure of distraught amour !
I picked it up and gave it to the girl,
Who came across in sudden stroke of luck.
The one I’d never met, and though the street was dark,
So beautiful she was and precious as a pearl !
She took my gift and payed me with a smile.
The happy end of story ! …. Though it took a while.