Love Poem: Prelude To a Misty Morning
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Written by: Lin Lane

Prelude To a Misty Morning

Last night in the garden, I bent on one knee, Proposed to my love and she agreed to marry me. I picked a crimson rose and placed it in her hand, the hand that would soon wear my wedding band. Wettened by the mornings dew Closely spaced where rows of roses grew Footprints stained the cobblestone Where my love and I had walked, alone