| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #713231 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Twelve Red Roses The first rose Is for the day We first met. The next Is for hoping We never will forget. The third I give you For loving me. And one Is a thank you For setting me free. The fourth Is for the good times You and I had. I give you one Just because I am feeling sad. The seventh Simply signifies The month of July. Another Is for the passion, for the tears we both cry. The next red rose Declares My undying love for you. One also for Dreams, though shared Which never came true. The next almost completes My posy of love for you. The last Says goodbye: The sweetest love I ever knew.
© Copyright 2003 Anne M R Chiles - *published!* (UN: annemrc at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Anne M R Chiles - *published!* has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |