Beautifully Grown

The thoughts of you haunt me.
I've lost my way,
and as you could see,
I've found myself on the edge of the bay.

Broken hopes and dreams
a weird tranquility,
i find within the ream,
a reason to be.

A reason to live and survive,
a promise true and full,
it was a quaint surprise,
and had the life of a bull.

Full of energy and jive,
from it i could not hide.
For it buzzed like a hive,
a comforting wall by my side.

But somehow, when you're done,
and you feel that life is at close,
just know that you've won;
because life is nothing less of a beautiful rose.