Roses are red and violets are blue. Nature’s beauty for me and you. A florist wrings is hands in glee as he raises his prices just waiting for me. Our love grows stronger as time passes by so there’s no need for roses to go and buy. My love I show you are in simple ways making tea and gentle kisses throughout each day. From when we first met, to present day You were God’s gift to me, there’s no more I can say……………………………………
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
This was one of many i used to do for my dear sweet wife that passed away last year.Just wanted to share it.
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