The Roses, by Dee Becker |
They came as a surprise, and they came with his love. White-pink they proudly bloom Their silent words speak loudly. Everyday each bloom opens its petals wider. I feel his love as they sit there beautifuly Each bloom speaks of love that blossoms forth. |
Posted: 2005-12-19 21:31:50 UTC |
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2012-01-05 18:42:35 | !!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!! |
nice |