Red Rose
Our love is that of a red rose
Whose splendor rises as the sun
shows its face,
Whose petals expand further and
richer
Whispering secrets of happiness
and affection.
And even though with the fall of
dusk
All contentment is swept away,
And the rose's petals unite as
one
Reflecting any light that may
endeavor to shine through,
The sun will always rise
And the rose's petals will
eternally broaden
Until they fully blossom into a
stunning creation.
Our love is that of a red rose
Possessing a few imperfections
That may cause evanescent wounds,
But the internal radiance
That will everlastingly bestow
healing and comfort.
- Brittany -
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