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Roses for Amelia

A rose blooms in the shadows of spring, it is picked with love for her. A prick of the thorn to show my love One drop of blood to show I care. A selfless gesture, the sound of loves beat; shakes the ground and weakens my knees. I would have held you till the last pedal feel Not above you, shattered from grief. Rest in peace my darling, May heavens light be a blanket for two When time comes for my rose to be picked I will finally come home to you. The rose I picked for Amelia Lies in the dirt and withers away The rose I picked for Amelia She'll never see, I was one day too late.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 2/1/2013 5:44:00 PM
I enjoyed reading your write this evening. Light & Love
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Date: 2/1/2013 9:50:00 AM
Wow, this is heartbreaking. Reading it gave me goosebumps. A beautiful tribute to someone with a beautiful name!
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