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Loves Tender Gift

A Rose is like no other flower,
it's petal silken,
deep red,
a heart that beats,
a bosom that is blessed.
I dreamt a Rose, it's fragrance sweet,
and in the air, a hue of golden light,
danced upon listless longings of delight.
The bitter sweet tale of Loves beguiling ways,
a longing of tenderness, forlorn in open gaze,
and whence this dove, alight and given,
rises from it's slumber, and as phoenix arisen,
drifts upon the aether of our minds soft touch,
with loves tender longing,
to meet!, a gift, so much.
A Rose is like no other flower,
it's petals silken,
deep red,
a heart that beats,
a bosom that is blessed.

RMP (2010)

 
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