The Love Of A Rose

The gift of perfect beauty,
Lies within her fragile hands.
Her scarlet face of velvet weeps,
When moonlight floods the land.
A loving hand and careful touch,
May bring her close to you.
And as you kiss her soft red lips,
Breathe in her sweet perfume.

by Surely Gold

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