オレンジ色のバラ

i look at you in reflective admiration.

in wanting to mirror your innate beauty.

and yet, i feel embarrassed; 

a disconnect perhaps.

as if i were disappointed.

as if i were unhappy.

that i were not thankful for being here now.

the blues or greens that live in you

are untouched.

from a distance, you are striking

and upon closer view intriguing.  

for who am i to take you from the ground?

but beauty like yours exists in this world,

you gave me that hope,

even when surrounded by others like yourself.

and though you do not speak,

i hear the words you want to say.

as they have been written in me.

you are there,

and for that i am pleased.