The Roses, by Dee Becker Subscribe to rss feed for Dee Becker

They came as a surprise,
and they came with his love.
White-pink they proudly bloom
Their silent words speak loudly.
Everyday each bloom opens its petals wider.
I feel his love as they sit there beautifuly
Each bloom speaks of love that blossoms forth.
Posted: 2005-12-19 21:31:50 UTC

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2012-01-05 18:42:35!!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!!
nice