Good morning with . . . The Rose 🌹🌹🌹

Purplerays

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    “The Rose”
    Have you ever loved a rose,
    and watched her slowly bloom;
    and as her petals would unfold,
    you grew drunk on her perfume.

    Have you ever seen her dance,
    her leaves all wet with dew;
    and quivered with a new romance-
    the wind, he loved her too.

    Have you ever longed for her,
    on nights that go on and on;
    for now, her face is all a blur,
    like a memory kept too long.

    Have you ever loved a rose,
    and bled against her thorns;
    and swear each night to let her go,
    then love her more by dawn.

    -Lang Leav

            Text and image source: English Literature https://www.facebook.com/111713046988381/posts/573301320829549/

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