My red, and pink rose, as you reach to the sky,
Thorns down your stem, beauty to die.
Petals so soft, scent of the night,
You are a gift, the loveliest sight.
Grow strong and tall,
Silhouette in moonlight,
My child my all
Your essence so bright.
Take my love rose, when I pick in its bloom,
My gentle still heart will give to you soon.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2025 20:26
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Comments1
Romantic in nature, image and words with rhyme no less. Well done
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