How did I stumble upon the rose that grows in the center of the junkyard?
I knew there had to be some beauty out there
I just didn't think I'd ever find you...
Under such strange circumstances
For the rest of my life, you will be the one I will dream of going home to
You have the shoulders I wish to lean on when I'm feeling weak
The arms that I wish could keep me warm in a deep winter storm
The eyes that lead to heaven...
A deeper heaven than I could ever imagine
You are my precious, precious rose that grows in the center of the junkyard
You possess a beauty that all admire, yet few are able to behold
The stars were looking out for me when they sent you my way
And I am grateful that you chose to share your time with me
Blessed that I can occupy the space next to you every now and again
Blessed that I can hear your voice at the other end of the phone line
Blessed to kiss your face and shiver at your touch
See, my prince, my rose that grows in the center of the junkyard
I will remember you when my eyes grow dim and my walk falters
When my children and my children's children are running circles around me
I will remember you
When my hair turns silver and my shake in my booty is just a shift
I will remember you
Just KNOW that you have changed my world and made it better
And for whatever time I have left with you...
Let us keep it beautiful
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I wrote this poem for a dear friend -- one of the biggest crushes I have ever had. He and I had a short, most exciting romance. He came to me at a time when I was most vulnerable. He reminds me of the late Tupac Shakur. Our short romance will always be a wonderful memory in the corners of my mind.... never to be forgotten!
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