in the beginning

i'm coming to a crossroad. i think it's time to take stock..

where to start? I'll start with a poem i wrote many years ago. it is very bad, by my own recognition, but it sets the tone:

The rose,
I feel,
I see,
I know but little
about my little rose.

Yet I know enough
to love...
to need...
my little rose.

My little rose is young and sweet,
my little rose is live of beat.

And sometimes my little rose gets angry...
and silent in whole,
But to her belongs my heart...
to her I'll give my soul.

I love my little rose.