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The Rose I picked this morning reminded me of you.

The petals were kissed by sunshine and morning dew

Just like your face that could launch a thousand ships .

The rose was as soft as your luscious lips.

 

As I look at you know it seems you have grown stronger,

Day by day you grow more beautiful, and your scent lingers longer,

So, I will tend to you carefully and give you all you need to grow,

For without you in my garden what joy or peace would I know?

 

Carefully and gently, I hold you well.

So close do I that your sweet fragrance I smell,

long after your petals have fallen and your blooms are no more,

I keep you in memory for my dreams to restore.