Love Poem: Spring Bloom Tulips of Perfect Love
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Written by: Eve Roper

Spring Bloom Tulips of Perfect Love

Many years have since passed

Upon the years of gold

Bond between us we did hold


  Around my neck I clasp a strand

carved, yellowed with age spring bloom tulips

               Perfect love

  Grandma used to wear 

stood out with her dark brown hair

    like no other


  I try to hide tears of times we shared


  Each bead is unique, varying in size

       Not much,

            yet

     I get to hold what brings me peace


  I don't know if you can see her in me

I feel her warmth of tender love

She's in my heart

               Perfect love


  The reason that I seem so far away

Somewhere laced in time I disappear

In the warmth of her tender love


10/25/2016


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The meaning of tulips is generally perfect love 
They say I look like my grandma :)