Rose - Poem by David Pyrs
There are many who envy,
Many we may see around,
Most perfect of all roses
Your essence has ignited passion,
Your fragrance, enchanted illusion,
I will wait for your rise,
And carry you before the fall,
Before, it’s time to close your eyes,
You’ll open her heart & unchain my sunrise.
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