'I offer you this bloom, my darling,
Since I have naught but this to give,
A pretty rose from my garden bed,
To signify my love, ' he said.
'So hard it was to choose this one,
When buffed by nature's golden sun,
Nourished by its beauty and to rise,
This flower as lovely as your eyes, '
'I give to you with heart enclosed,
My love, one gentle rose'.
Copyright @2008 Elizabeth Zara Pagan
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