A rose, your white roseSmile down on me and be my sunshine,
Kiss me deliciously and feed my soul,
Touch me softly and make my love flow,
Look into my eyes and delight in my inner beauty,
Smell me like a flower I am,
Treat me caringly for I am thorny,
Be not so harsh as to pluck a petal away.
I am your rose,
I am your white delicate rose.
Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 14:25
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