Like a Rose

You say I'm your Rose,
Beautiful, gentle, soft and alive.
I blossom for you when we're close,
Your love will always help me thrive.

Without you to care for me,
Your rose would wither away and die.
My thorns you'll never see,
Watch over me and your rose will never lie.

DW
© 1-2-92





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