I didn't want a thousand roses, just one,
I didn't want butterflies in my stomach
but in my heart dancing in freedom,
that their light flight, without haste or gulp,
to make joy my eternal truth.
A flower that spoke of sincere love,
that in its colours would sing to the wind,
I didn't want a garden full of promises,
a hundred hearts beating in expectation,
I just longed for that rose, in subtle beauty,
a whisper in the breeze, a gentle spring.
for in simplicity, lies luck,
a single heartbeat, and the world is captive.
