Red Roses
Of all the flowers- it is the rose I love the best,
And the most beautiful to me is the color red;
In my journals sweet red roses I have pressed,
Cover me with roses red when I am laying dead.
Oh, let me take my beloved flower up above,
At my bed in a vase are red roses drooping;
This flower is forever death and is deep love,
So lovely- I truly adore this cut rose grouping.
In my last gasp let me hold one to my lips,
Remember me dears when you happen upon a rose;
I will hold this beauty until my hand slips,
Lay a rose on my tomb- but first hold it close.
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August 5, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Red Roses
Copyright Protected, ID 16-814-361-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Flower Of Attraction
sponsor, Rick Parise
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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