It’s already late and I sit
in the garden under the rosebush
I look up at the stars
The summer night lays its warmth
around me
A breeze gently strokes my skin
And it seems such a romantic scenery
That could make hearts sigh and melt
The perfect entourage for a poem
The only missing piece in it is you
Though the universe is generous
and sends me an army of mosquitos
to keep me company instead
©RoseGirl2019
