"Red Rose"

Red Rose

I picked a special rose It was just a little bud.
Slowly it grew healthy with warmth of the sun.
Rain and mother earth nourished it as it grew.
On a bush with others this red bud grew,too.

Hidden and protected by many sticky thorns.
God chose this rose as an angel He adorned.
It bloomed and grew with sweet petals of red.
This rose is my wife a freckled face redhead.

She is still that red rose I picked years ago.
Still like a lovely rose with petals that glow.


By: Kings

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