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About This Poem
The Rose
What is love unless it blooms
With that sweet fragrance lingering in the air
The beauty and passion unfolding to reveal a scentual pleasure
You feel the calling as your body craves just a touch
The soft tenderness and beauty which speaks a truth
There is just nothing quite like a rose...
Edward J Ebbs
Written for a contest, but was too late...
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