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Through the evening mist I searched,
for the perfect flower.
But the flower that I searched for,
was always beyond my reach.
And as I walked I searched for her,
along this lonely beach.
Twas then I saw her standing there,
the soft light of evening, shinning in her hair.
As she stood there in deep repose,
I knew I'd found my special flower, she's a flower oh so rare.
And now we are together, I look to God above,
I thank Him for creating, my Dew Kissed Rose.
From The Author: gilbert edwards.