I always thought you were a rose. Once, I leaned in near to you to smell your wonderful fragrance and to admire your deep beauty. And as I got close, I felt your prickers pierce deep into my skin. I always expected this (every rose has its thorns). But as i drew back, I saw you’re nothing but a cactus. And I have nothing but a bloody finger.
The best things are unexpected. The best things come out of nowhere and come when we feel connected.
Like when a kiss is expected. I opened the door and you’re there. . . My attention. . . redirected.
And perfume has me affected while it dances through-out the air. Feelings of love are suspected.
When our smiles are reflected, these emotions. . . my heart can’t bare. But the moment is perfected.
And our souls will be corrected in the long embrace that we share. We won’t leave our care neglected.
So, in words that I’ve collected to say this simple truth, I swear; this strange law can be elected: The best things are unexpected.
Whew…. this was a hard one for me to write! My first shot at a Villanelle poem. I got the idea from Yaskhan, so please check out their post, “To A Lustrous Dawn.” It’s also a remake of one of my old poems, “Love Hug Kiss,” so please check that out, too, if you’d like.