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The trees softly swaying in dance Wildflowers, sweet scents and roses in bloom Waiting their pick, if by chance To be placed on buffet, with mirror behind Reflections of beauty in red Each time passing, thoughts rise in my mind Of the first time these eyes had been fed With the bloom, one of love and the tenderness felt When petals had opened at last Alone in it's holder of crystal and gold A picture of splendor, it cast Just one lonely rose, so soft, yet intense To share with my eyes, splendid view Endearing and special, when only one rose Came delivered to me, just from you.
7/26/99 Maureen
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