I Have Roses For You My Friend

I have roses for you my friend. May I tie it now with pretty bows. Golden are the strings and my fingers tie it with great love for you my friend. I love you so much. You are my friend. You are the friend of my soul. You sense my pain. You caress me You hug me in innocent love You are the friend of my mind. You are in my thoughts that well up in my brain. You tickle my brain and my smile becomes so sweet. Look! ! ! There are children playing on the green grass. They run about like sweet beings on the hands of pure love. Look! ! ! Butterflies fly around and the nightingales sing. The rainbow sees it from above. It breaks into a sweet smile with all its colours and tells me "you have an innocent soul". (This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive