The Rose
What is love unless it blooms
With that sweet fragrance lingering in the air
The beauty and passion unfold to reveal a scentual pleasure
You feel a calling as you reach for a touch
The soft tenderness that speaks a truth
There is just nothing quite like a rose...
Edward J Ebbs - August 6, 2012
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