Sunday, March 22, 2020

82 (1) of 366: Three roses

I hold three roses at my hand
picked for you, from a foreign land
these roses cannot be more pure
as they represent the beauty you obscure

But hear me dear as I offer these
You are all I ever want to please
no other person came into mind
when asked with who I would share my life

Three roses saying "I love you"
Wishing that I could spend my life with you
But love, please keep these roses dear
if that day come, the day I fear

when one of us will come to rest
I wish my dear that I come first
Because my dear, I couldn't bear
A day you cannot be seen or heard

and if I lay rest and all my life to you I gave
lay these three roses at my grave


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