Richard L. Merila
Kristin: My Wife - Poem by Richard L. Merila
I prayed in the garden
For one lovely flower
That would brighten my way.
As He said, He gave me my desire.
Among the flowers, so beautiful,
He picked you, my dear.
A forgotten beauty in the shade.
He put you there, 'til I prayed.
The fragrance of your love
Is like a sweet odorous rose,
So sweet and so fair,
In that garden between the rows
I found you there, a lovely flower
With your petals reaching out.
Touching my heart
With a fragrance blessed...My Rose.
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