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"I love.
I love roses.
I love red roses;
I don't love the thorns."
A rambling rose,
The perfect, sweet scented,
Rambling rose of June,
Gently touched by one dew drop,
Quivers momentarily,
Knowing it is loved.
Standing on the fragile doorstep of time,
A tall, but kindly man,
Sprouting a gray beard,
Tips his hat
As if to say "Good morning,"
To the waking world,
Deep within the heart of the rambling rose;
"I will give you to my love."
The rambling rose graciously nods its head;
The dew drop falling to the ground, like a tear;
The rambling rose aware that in consenting,
Its time has come.
"You are beautiful and you are loved,"
He explains to it tenderly,
As he severs its life line
With a firm, but gentle cut;
"If my pain was to endure, I'd surely die;"
"My love will live on, through you."
"You have given me a perfect, rambling rose;"
"I will not bore you with my thorns."
"The rose hip lives on;
If you hang it upside-down to dry
And plant it."
"I will see you again,
Love, beyond the rose and thorn,"
Very beautiful, thanks for sharing. And just so you know Roses are my favorite flower lol.
I also like roses. Poem is good but I had to read it several times to catch the drift. I’m not a writer so please do not take my comments as critcism, I just had a hard time reading it. Thanks, Maria
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