ROSE
~~~~ The Rose ~~~
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes .....
~~~ The Rose. ~~~
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~~~ THE ROSES FOR YOU ~~~
Yellow roses from me to you....
a symbol of love, of friendship....
to let you know you are cherished,
and loved so deeply....
twelve of them, surrounded by glass....named
hope...trust...charity...sharing...
honor...faith...passion...goodness...
compassion...respect...love...and truth...
each one of them, important to me...
to you....to us as a couple....
as we go through life, whether together or apart,
these things will be a guide for living...and loving...
for building a relationship....a life....
when you think of these roses, this day
in the future, and you will I know....
remember it with a smile...like the one
which crossed your face when you saw them....
for I smile at giving to you...
at the joy a simple gesture of love brings you...
remember me always kindly....
for I will never forget you and the joy you give me....
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Our day will come as does the
Rose, for it lies beneath the
heart of the earth~ waiting, so patiently.
With much love, encouragement
and passion, the Rose brings forth
with it's beauty and grace.
When gently touched it yield's it's soul,
revealing it's true self.
The petals of the Rose are so fragile,
so delicate, it must be caressed with gentle
loving hands or it will wither and die.
Caress me gently with your loving hands....
and some day our day will come
~ as does the Rose. ~
