Yellow Roses 2
May the yellow rose
Always refuse to fold,
Thrive and never grow old;
Ever be home within my soul,
Survivng the heat and the cold.
If the truth be told or written on a scroll,
I sincerely wish she could be stored and
Saved as treasured valuables like gold.
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