Shelly's Poetry: Of a Rose

Friday, December 12, 2008

Of a Rose

Roses are so beautiful and my heart sings for they mean so many different things. You give me roses of every hue, of their meaning they always speak of you. Why do you bring a rose to me each morn and in the evening pierce my heart with its thorn. Roses are so beautiful and yet you fill my vase with... Sign in to see full entry.

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