| Roses Blooming In my life I find you always attentive always kind. Never have I looked over except you looked back with peace. A goodness surrounds you and fills the space of where you are. You support my hope with constant faith and earnest help. You are not a scholar but your spirit is wise of the ages. For it is connected to eternal truth by a silver cord. You are not mine and I am not yours yet we love. You are tangled in me and I in you like rose bushes. |
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