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About This Poem
Sweet Rose
Oh dearest sweet Rose,
my love for you grows
as warm as the sun
in summertime glows.
Elegance, fragrance
around you it flows,
from the top of your head
to the tip of your toes.
Oh Rose, can’t you see
what you mean to me?
You fill all my life
from sky to the sea;
look how I worship you,
down on my knee.
Oh dearest sweet Rose,
give ear to my plea?
Oh Rose, do you know
just how I can show
my passion on fire,
my heart all a-glow?
And yet you insist
in making blood flow
with a thorn in my thumb,
you mean so-and-so!
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