Pink Roses at Jerry’s

I must remember your pink roses
Surely they are too perfect to be real
I feel as if I could sip them
So licorice sweet it makes me blush
This Spring day
Where you make the waitress cross
So you can sit at my side
Which I never noticed till now
Was so remiss
You its curve to keep
On Prince Street
Where even if the blossoms
Are weeks from the trees
Your pink roses
Forever here have you sown
Into my heart.