Category : Poems

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A rose is a flower whose love is in bloom,
And for us all , it can’t happen too soon.
As each little petal very slowly unfurls,
Some bending backwards into little curls.
Once a tight bud, the center is now shown.
It’s so beautiful, we can’t leave it alone.
So we bend down to give it a gentle touch,
Taking a whiff that soon makes us clutch.

© Copyright 2000 by Jean E. Gorney