Favourite Rose
What colour is my favourite
Rose, well she is pale with
a slight blush, a sunkissed
sheen. From her aura a
fragrance exudes, fills the
air my heart and soul. She
stands before me a painting,
a picture of pure elegance,
borne on beauty created by
the God's of love. She is the
testament of all that heaven
made and nature kissed.
She is the reason why my
moon and stars were fated,
why wishes granted and
rainbows painted. She is
my night and day, my
perfect Rose in every way.
She is not a Rose for a
season, but lives lifelong
in my heart.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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