I went to my garden
To pick myself a rose
I found one bright red
That’s the one I chose
I carefully cut the stem
I watched out for the thorns
I didn’t want to get stuck
I didn’t need to have my blood drawn
I took my fresh cut flower
I placed it in a vase
I placed it on the mantle
I truly was amazed
Right next to my rose
Was a picture of you
One beside the other
I see the beauty of you two
12-23-05/RJH
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