Rose bud

each day in the garden
many buds open up
a riot of color erupts
coloring the world

my rose bud is closed
it has been like this
for months now
refusing to open

my words fail there
to get it to open
touches unanswered
the bud remains closed

I cannot see colors
nor smell its fragrance
just wait for it to open
and spread fragrance

my chest beats loud
agony of wait unbearable
day after day, I wait
looking at bud with hope

I wait to smell its fragrance
touch its smooth petals
soak in it bright colors
held close with the stem

As the thorn on the stem
that waits for its completion
am waiting for the bud
to blossom, complete me