There are 26 letters in the English language
and an infinate number of combinations: words, as
we call them.
Yet there are not enough combinations to
explain to you exactly how much these words mean to me.
The Beauty
Into the world,
Out from her shell,
Letting light soak her every cell.
She'll stretch her arms,
Reach for the sky,
Every time the soft breeze blows by.
Her lovers see,
As each day goes,
Her sweet fragrance and beauty grows.
She emanates
A sweet perfume
Which quickly aid lovers in doom.
She'll grace their lips
Caress their face
And there may leave her crimson trace.
As time goes on
She shall reveal
Satin skin lovers love to feel.
Then when time's up,
She'll fall apart.
But never have a broken heart.
Where her pieces
Scatter the ground
Another beauty will soon be found.
Where there's sorrow
Or any gloom
When you need her fragrant perfume,
For forgiveness
Or "Please say yes"
Your love she'll help you to profess.
So when you think
All is now doomed,
She shall save you,
This Rose has bloomed.
(dedicated to all the budding roses at Van)
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~ no song could be more perfect ~
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