~My Sweet Rose~
~My Sweet Rose~ She is... my sweet rose, pretty flower like no other, with such a lovely, sweet smell, truly I become, all overwhelmed. Her lips, deep red like the petals. Her petals are soft and fragile, I always handle her tenderly. And she blooms with love... bursting out with vibrancy radiance with great power, as mine own lovely flower. Sharon, my rose forever. ***** Poetic Fanatic ***** Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 03:56 PM PST, Thomas Crumpler 0 • 8
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