Swear I to you the following be true Just like a year there are many seasons Well if the truth be made known to you I love you for a litany of reasons
The way you would play little game Perhaps just to keep me on my toes The very first time I saw you I would know thy name And no matter what I dubbed thee “Rose”
For none so grand as red amongst green And a bud which was made to bloom for fame I beheld you Rose but would not disturb the scene Because you are glorious and I would not chance the blame
I’ve never held your hand because fate is fickle indeed nor have I ever been wrapped by the warmth and comfort of you For thee my royal Rose I would weep and/or bleed And as all star crossed lovers I’d do that which they are forced to do
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"Blessed be"