Roses and Carnations
I remember the anticipation
As I gave her the first red rose bouquet.
Then she penned on me a pink carnation,
And her Pa glared as I took her away.
'Twas a night of firsts that I still recall -
Would be lovers bathed in the moonlight.
The frost in the air at this Harvest ball -
She moved to the music and held me tight.
Now the years have passed and my hair is grey -
That night of magic still plays in my head,
And I still have her 'til this very day -
As I remember the time that we wed.
Red roses, carnations and golden hair -
Blue eyes and perfume, silken skin so fair.
10/3/2017
For contest Roses and Carnations for Julie Rodeheaver
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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