In the spring, I bring roses to my love.
In the fall, I bring her warmth.
Her eyes are as beautiful as the morning skies.
Her lips are as soft as her rose petals.
And her voice is like the wind, blowing through my soul.
Copyright © john aaron green | Year Posted 2012
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