Our dates were filled with orange

roses,

that depicted your zeal.

But one day, you stood therewith

coral roses on our movie night,

nervousness apparent on your face.

The whole time you were restless,

hovering over me, whispering in my

ears.

"May I?"

I gave you the consent.

That night, we made love.

Something as soft as coral,

delicate as the petals of the rose

And beautiful as the flower itself.