Roses Are Pink Against My Cheeks

Roses are red, indeed they are.
Violets are blue, in weather, fair.
Where’s the romance of moon and stars?
Need to fill up my reservoirs.

Roses are pink against my cheeks.
Violets are small, a token friend.
The sun, likewise, warms up the weak.
The source of truth - the Son, I seek.

6/3/2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Lindley Avatar
June 8, 2023 at 11:07 AM
My good friend this is a wonderful new piece. Colorful and message filled if one but looks. I fav it because its beauty and message came though brightly. A fav,, God bless..
Rodrigues Avatar
June 8, 2023 at 2:46 PM
Thank you, Robert! :)
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