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Long Stemmed Red Rose


There is a feeling wanting and warm.
Subtly it grows into a raging storm.
Deeper and deeper its roots wind deep.
Like the rose in winter it silently doeth sleep.

Love is like the petals of the velvet rose.
Slowly it unfolds for it's beauty to show.
Once the roots grip the earth like a vice
It cannot be torn away for any price.

For even in the snow lying white and still
The roots of love have a living will.
The flames may smolter and smoke may be
But love will conquer your heart for me.

As the years come and go and I grow old
You hand and heart I still will hold.
Even as my eyes in death close
My spirit and soul will hold the rose.

Written by Sybil Shearin

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Original Rose Photo by D & N Pics
part of James O'Brien's Poetry in Focus

Graphic Set by Designer Lady