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LIKE A ROSEBUD
Our love was like a rosebud
When at first we met.
It was gentle, sweet, and fragile,
And a time of no regret
As days went by and soon were months,
The roses all were now full blown,
And petals tightly closed no more,
Our love had flourished and had grown.
And pretty soon the time had come,
The Winter winds were blowing,
And thorns were all that we had left,
Beneath those storms, cold and snowing.
I shed a tear to see you gone,
I thought it was forever.
I thought that fate had been so cruel,
And now I'd see you never.
But Winter turned to Spring again,
You called and said you love me.
You said your life was incomplete,
And hoped 'twas not above me.
You asked me to forgive you,
There was nothing to forgive.
You wanted me to love you,
I will for as long as I live.
So think of me and roses,
Whenever your love takes wing,
Because, my love, we are like the rose,
Who comes back to life every Spring.
~LaVerne~ (Mouthymama@aol.com)
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2003
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