Rose

A Rose opens
And petals peel
Back at a pace
Too slow for most.
There is no way
To hurry the act,
The Rose opens
And we behold the
Beauty of each petal.
We cannot hurry this
Along at our speed,
We must be patient.
I wait and watch
In anticipation for
Each petal to move,
Careful not to
Hurry the rose,
By sensing needs
Too soon or touching
Too close.
I am patient,
Persuasive, even
Persistent,
But I wait for
The Rose to
Open when it
Is ready,
I can wait,
And watch,
For the Rose
To see us
As I do.
We are
Old friends
Waiting
To meet.