The Sweetest Rose Poem by Scott Barrymore
The Sweetest Rose
Her love is like the sweetest rose.
Brilliantly red and tickling my nose.
The dew on the petals so softly placed.
Like the loving eyes upon her face.
Sensing the sweet perfume of her hair.
Butterflies flirt without a care.
The scent so sweet and distinctly her.
Tells the world of her feminine demur.
A garden of love and an endless dream.
An eternity of love, for all to be seen…
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