Where Is The Rose Poem by Josh Alfred
Where Is The Rose
Here is the rose,
That I picked from the garden
Here is the rose,
I placed in her hand,
Here is the rose,
The scent of delight
Here is the rose
A memory of right.
Here is the rose,
A symbol of bold beauty.
Here is the rose,
I placed by her grave.
Here is the rose,
Her beauty saved.
Here is the rose,
Penitence of her errs.
Here is the rose,
Folded beauty inward,
Outward beauty there.
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