The red rose,
its scent… organic, pure.
its color… deep, soothing.
its feel… soft, fragile.
its sight… red, petals.
The red rose,
hopes for, loves renewal,
gains strength, outside of holidays,
lifts spirits, holds hearts,
and soothes souls.
The red rose,
passion takes shape,
loves, domestic currency,
paid in full,
as the petals fall.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
Love this simple but lovey post! It helps hold my hear as you say.
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Lovely poem💝
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