Twenty-One Wilted Roses

Morning.

The time of day when the sun beats through the clouds,

Ripping through the night.

Slowly shining light on all of us.

Our world is a place for of hate and despair,

War without peace,

Death without life.

You turn on the news and all you see is another homocide,

Another suicide bomber,

Another rapist on the loose,

Another child abducted.

And through all the harsh stories that the media gives to us, they are blankly deprived of somthing i've known my whole life, love.

When I was young and innocent, I found myself looking into the eyes of another girl.

I met her the summer of my tweflth birthday.

Her eyes were sweet and cheerful, blue as the sea,

And her hair flowed around her face, framing it in a wave of golden silk.

She was beautiful.

A charming little girl.

Of course, I was a charming little girl back then too.

Just more rough for my age.

I grew up in a house with four brothers.

They toughened me up,

And somehow never got me interested in guys.

They just seemed to keep me away.

As the years past,

The girl and I became close,

Inseperatable.

We would do everything together.

But we never had boyfriends.

I never was asked to date,

Her parents simply wouldn't let her.

For her 18th birthday we had a sleepover at her house.

We were women.

We were mature.

We were beautiful.

And as I looked in her eyes that night, I saw the same thing I had seen for six years.

Pure, complete love.

And that night was the night of our first kiss,

The night I had to hide it all.

The girl, Maruine, and I, Linda, have lived together for the past 25 years.

We've been with eachother through good times and bad,

Yet no one knows.

No one will ever know us as more than just inseperatable friends.

Never lovers, never life partners, never anything more.

Just friends.

And every morning I wake up,

The sun hits my face through the windows,

And I roll over in my bed.

I see those eyes i've looked into every day since I was twelve.

And everyday I still love them compleatly and entirely.

Too bad the world will never know.

Too bad the world will never accept it.

Too bad....

Too, too bad.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.