She Was A Rose - Poem by Amanda Lukas
The Rose's smile would brighten a room.
Give her to a dying man,
He'd forget all his gloom.
Her petals soft; her smell sweet and entrancing.
Blowing in the wind always seemed more like dancing.
Representing love every day of her life,
The essence of beauty. Of romance, delight.
Thanks, God, for the Rose
In her shining sunlight,
For the memories of her ever beautiful,
Ever powerfull, and ever so delicate life
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