On a dark and desolate night , I stood before a rose garden, or so I thought it was. I walked down the stone paved path, I felt my footsteps adhere to some of the red stones. That was a unique color. I wondered why I felt so empty and deserted, I guessed it was just hunger. Was it hunger of my soul or my stomach? A futile poetic inquiry. I ran my fingers through the charming red roses. I stood in awe as their rich color smeared my hands as well, their kindness was admirable as they bestowed upon me their priceless divinity. I saw a beautiful pale man lying on the deep green grass surrounded by red roses. He was a figure of tranquility, meditating with his eyes closed and a completely concentrated mind, he did not even seem to notice me. It was a breathtaking site, he made an astounding artistic muse. Suddenly I felt an acute pain in my chest, I knelt on the grass as I held myself. Was it his beauty that shocked me? I looked closely at his sharply defined features. He had deep set hooded eyes that gave him a fierce look, his lips looked bluish red- the perfect combination of colors, he had a button nose and a strong jaw. I fell for him wholly. I stood up and glanced at the gleaming white rose field. Why were the red roses grown in just a small patch? Art can be found and created anywhere for a person who is willing to see it. I pondered about why did the man’s face seem so familiar , why did I feel an acute chest pain at his mere sight? All of a sudden a myriad of pictures flew through my head- pictures of me and this man, smiling together and holding each other under the afterglow of a pinkish yellow sky. He spoke to me in my memories and all I heard was a whisper of an astonishing word- love. I smiled and fell to the cushiony grass next to the man. I was in a field of roses and all of them were white. A gorgeous deep red paint oozed from my heart, it was my love for him. I placed my hand on his and felt at peace. All sad stories have a lovely end , I think we will finally be united and we’ll finally be at rest. My love for you darling has transformed this night into a piece of majestic art, I wonder if some destruction is beautiful. Your love for me posed a serious threat to this world ,the sight of it looked scary to the lonely men. Our blood is of the same color and so are our hearts, how can they even imagine to do us apart? Our blood had created a historic art form which was soon to be washed away as I felt the heaven cry for us. It was a sweet and welcoming cry , I hugged his cold body and fell into a deep peaceful sleep. I fell for him wholly, again .
