YOUR ROSE GARDEN

YOUR ROSE GARDEN

 

I watched you in your
garden,
Roses growing every-
where,
flowers were so lovely,
perfume filled the air.

Touching them so
gently,
Creating a bouquet,
Tied with yellow
ribbons,
so they wouldn't blow
away.

As I left the garden,
on that summer day
I turned and looked
once more,
then slowly walked
away.

I admire your lovely
garden,
So happy I would be,
if I were the rosebud,
You touched so
tenderly.

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