A Single Rose

A lonely bedroom, a single rose.

A person that likes me for me, down to the nose.

A person that thinks as I think and beyond.

A person that makes magic happen without a wand.

A person that cries when I cry and still sees nothing wrong.

A person that calls me on the phone when I hurt and sings my favorite song.

A person that cooks me a meal, just so that they could hold my hand.

A person that listens to me and always understands.

A person that calms me down when hurt made me hype.

My friend is that single rose that brings my lonely bedroom to life.