Lady in Red
Artist: Agnes Kokot
I unwrapped a bouquet of flowers
Left on my doorstep today
No note was attached to the paper
Who left them? I just couldn't say
A dozen red roses burst forth
Such vividness explodes in my arms
A blush of blood pink as a posy
Rushed fast as I took in their charms
I buried my face in their petals
Felt faint as I breathed their perfume
I searched up and down for the stranger
Who'd left me such ravishing blooms
For I was without any companion
Or suitor that spared me much thought
I did not expect to be lavished
No tribute to love should be bought
Yet here I was drowning in glamour
By whom I was dying to know
Deserving are few of such beauty
What prompted someone to bestow?
Perhaps they were meant for a neighbour
Or addressed to one I didn't know
Those were much wiser assumptions
Than that someone could care for me so
But I was not quick to surrender
Why doubt that they're something I'd own?
Yes, I was someone deserving!
They were going to be mine all alone!
To be generous with such a sweet gesture
I know it is meant to uplift
But that was not what gave me pleasure
The knowledge I'm loved was the gift
These flowers are more than a keepsake
Not simply a token of cheer
I see them now as a reminder
That someone is glad that I'm here!