Thy Answer of the Wilted Rose

Thy hand trickles down my cheek
like a broken hearted tear.
My hearts flutters in my chest
longing to be let free, longing to fly.
It has been so long shackled
locked in a prison of my own making.
Dare I let it stand
blinking in the dawn of a new day?
I catch thine eyes of the ocean's calmness
as a laugh spills from my rosy lips,
bubbling forth like a pressure kept,
underground and treasure-laden spring.
The answer to the question lies upon
those same two petals from whence my laugh arose.
To be given with a kiss.
And thus a kiss give I.
As my heart doth soar as one unbound,
As my answer echoes yes.

**Just something I've been fiddling around with one rather lazy Friday. I've been retyping a bunch of the old stuff but this was a new work.**