A Rose For You
I look out of the window and see the first buds of bloom;
the tears start to flow as I sit in this dark and empty room,
As I sit I remember your beautiful face,
you dressed so fine, and walked with such grace,
Every morning I sit and stare,
as the buds grow bigger and I feel that your there,
Then one morning, as I took a glance,
I knew then that I had a chance,
I had a chance to get through the days without you,
the most beautiful rose with tears of dew,
I knew it was for me, it was sent by you.
Copyright © Kathleen Gallagher | Year Posted 2012
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