It's not about longevity for Emma Rose,

she lost her loved one you see,

It's been about precious moments,

sometimes only seconds,

sometimes an hour,

or just a day.

As when she lost her loved one,

the seasons died.

She didn't want to exist anymore

but somehow,

she always tried.

A love once said,

"you're so jammy it's untrue,

smelling of roses was made for you...",

Two eyes met

and held,

just one minute in time

but in her heart he resides, 

a day in his kingdom,

was worth more To Emma Rose,

then married bliss.

 

The narrow escape,

from the robber man.

 

The manager in the resturant,

now he was a fine man.

 

The solicitor,

of certain she found him to be a gentleman.

 

The breeze in her hair,

on a blustery day.

 

The album in the post.

 

The fox she caught a glimpse of,

at the midnight hour.

 

The heron by the lakeside at 5am.

 

One precious moment,

outside the moon,

when he bent down,

to leave his kiss,

on Emma Roses lips.

 

All these moments,

to her,

were worth more than married bliss.

 

Emma Rose is not sure she wants a gentleman,

she wants her moments,

to reign forever,

with her man in her heart,

that shes loved,

since he held her hands,

and said "we can".

 

 

Photo self age approx 23 years of age.