Monday, December 1, 2008

For Me

Happy Roses... For me.

Some years ago, a dark eyed girl,
was sitting in the shade,-
There's something brings her to my mind
In that young dreaming maid,-
And in her hand she held a flower,
A flower whose speaking hue
Said, in the language of the heart,
Believe the giver true.

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