Bed of Roses
Bed of Roses
As he laid her to rest in the Bed of Roses.
He thought back to the day he started the first rose bush for her
and everyone after that.
He bought each color for a different reason.
Red for the loved they shared.
Yellow was for friendship that they had.
Purple for the passion between them,
White for the purity for the day they were married,
So many more color for so many reasons throughout, their lives,
There were hundreds of roses.
I remember the time I laid her head gently down on the bed of
rose’s petals the first time I touched
Her face was as soft as the silk petals on the roses that surrounded us.
His touch made her want him more and more. The closer he was the
more she could feel his hardest wanting her
Till there love exploded.
Gently he took her ashes and dusted the roses one last time.
As he laid her to rest,
In the
Bed of Roses
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