Take a walk
With me
Through
A garden
Made just for
Me and you
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One, two
Just for you
Three, four
Makes you want more
Five, six
A little color in the mix
Seven, eight
Don’t you dare be late
Nine, ten
Roses grow again
** ** ** ** ** **
Rose petal stew
A delicacy for
Any shrew
With just the right
Hint of sweetness
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She wore a rosebud on her lapel
And had rose petals in her hair
As she walked the quiet paths
Of the garden calling to her love
With eyes as blind as the night
And a voice as silent as the sky
She walks alone along the paths
Forever calling out to her love
About the Creator
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
Comments (6)
I do you believe you rose to the occasion for this one, Mother, & petalled your way home.
Oh I hope she finds her love. Loved your poems!
Oh, if that place was real.... This all seemed a bit sinister!
Beautiful once again!
Nice love roses
This is very beautiful poetry!!!! I enjoyed it very much! please keep writing!