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and ah so then
my love
shall I tell you about
'The Rain Drop And The Rose'
'tis a beautiful, blending tale
I must confess
why even the sun light knows
there was this lovely
alluring pale rose
she sprouted up
one day without wish
upon a midnight's plane
by fall she withered
in spring she stubbornly grew
again and yet again
her hopeful petals
always cast skyward
so many rain drops
splattered her trusting tips
and stem
but none so glorious
as that one particular one
that hailed so very far
from an eastern wind
that rain drop meant all
though ignorant at first was she
his water was always
there for her need and true
his love lasting far beyond fall
and rose fa,r far above
the lowly splashes of
prior impurity
and so under his careful
sprinkling
she blossomed
one beloved misting at a time
he came, he offered, he tended
and gradually she bloomed
denying all other drops
a space to puddle
beneath her lovely thankful vines
and so then her particular rain drop
knew
until he came
she was never watered so well
just spat on
by previous acid rain
hurrying along on its way
to likely poison
some other
poor unsuspecting flower....................
(Nov. 29, 2010 316am)