Love Poem: A Dozen Roses
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Written by: Dm Babbit

A Dozen Roses

Full and slowly opening in the room
     a dozen roses bloom;
large buds once tightly closed
    their fragrance open and arose;
a beauty of colors, lavender base
    crimson tipped hues upon their face;
blushing pinks ready to unfold,
    nothing better than a rose.

The whites open freely
    as a single apricot glows discretely;
centered on the table, to the sun exposed
    arranged carefully in layered rows;
two short lavender in front, the apricot and two whites
    with seven tall lavender blooming in delight;
such a treat, some special thought
    secured in love, not purchased just bought.

A dozen roses mark the spot
    to say he loves me, loves me not?
savored with a kiss upon the cheek,
    soft and gentle, please repeat;
gratitude, appreciation for the years we played
    in the game of courting love on parade;
recalled now thru times of vigor and vim,
    securing the memory of him.

A dozen roses given for no reason,
    a costly price out of season;
but the thought continues to survive
    in pressed dry petals, no longer alive;
while in the warmth of spring's young sun
    love surpasses the short time we'd won;
beautiful and true
    the lasting I love you.

Kiss me soft and gentle into old age,
   write a love poem on the page;
who would have thought how far we've come
   when life seemed ever on the run;
busy and rushing, we did pause
   to keep life from slipping away just because;
hold me closer, kiss me tender
  these are moments I want to remember.

A dozen roses set the scene
  trimmed and tapered by the greens;
baby breath, full, white and thick
  but it's the roses that make the mix;
a wafted fragrance perfumes the air
  that carries heart and mind back there;
the good times and the bad,
  the happy and the sad.

They all bring a tear to my eye
  while on your shoulder I softly cry;
give me back those times,
  summers warm and winter wines;
as life goes on, brief as it is,
  we each had much to give;
but roses lose their petals, bend and fade
  it is dreams that remain, keeps me safe, unafraid.



Inspire an old song from the 60s days. Bring me a rose.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1CgVvg9-5E