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A Perfect Rose

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                "My dearest love," said he,
                        "I have a perfect Rose for thee."

                She, holding it from above,
                                so white and pure as a dove.

                Said, "dear one that's a nice lot,
                  but did you remember Forget Me Nots?

                For if a flower should be mine,
                   I'd rather not have a clinging vine.

                While Daisies are true,
                                they're but flimsy as you..

                Tiger Lillies are grand
                                but not long on hand.

               Gardenias though,a fragrant bunch,
                        curl and brown at the touch.

                Golden Poppies are free
                                but they can't always be.

                White Roses, while pure , few,
                                and blessed by the dew

                Are clothed with sharp thorns
                            which your hearts also worn.

                Unless these posies are already bought,
                                I'd rather have bouquets of
                                        Forget Me Nots."

 

 

 

Kay Ekwall©1999

 

 

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