My Rose
This rose I favor with it’s sent entering thy nose
It’s peddles so soft as your face when it glows
The stem of beauty flowing with the wind
I cannot resit this matchless gift, my rose
We will grow together through thorny days
Yet our roots will entwine holding through rain
When our leaves wither new buds will spring
Casting through the sun raindrops and wind
As if I placed diamonds upon your hand
Glittering and gleaming I see you smile
My rose, my rose a favorite of mine
Red, yellow or white a color so divine
It is your heart I want placed upon mine
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2022
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