Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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. Erstwhile, I do ponder, and ponder, then mourn [our lost love]... Why do you bring a rose to me each morn and in the evening pierce my heart...
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