He offered his heart
a single rose
his soul
within his stem
but she preferred
his countless words
to this loving man.
She bid him love
on paper,
in poetry and prose,
where she could chart
his every move-
the woman and the rose.
She tried to graph
his vapors,
to help her understand
why her
pretty rose leaf paper
just turned into
a man.
He offered his heart
a single rose
his soul
within the stem
but she preferred
his countless words
to this loving man
and in the process she forgot
that even as
she graphed his love
’twas she
who loved him
not.
