October 22, 2010 at 12:52 am
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ThunderStorm and washedupwriter The Thorny rose
A Rose has many thorns upon its harden stem, a rose has many colors.
As beautiful as valued gems, sweet as a beautiful jewels that glisten in the moonlight.
The moons tuck in the roses for a good night's sleep, as they await the early morn for their sun dance.
the roses loves the beautiful sun dance with perfect harmony, as their stems twist and twirl in a sight full of beauty.
They sing and dancing till the rain clouds come in, allowing the rain to pound down on their velvet smooth skin
The roses sing in the fresh shower, wishing and yearning to grow dearer.
Sometimes a Rose often Cries to loose a petal, entering a state full of morn making them agile.
Agile and bright like sweet smelling, their aroma lingers around fields so vast.
It is so very beautiful is like a romantic couple, their beauty so pure and their love will last.
Roses and chocolate is pretty romantic mix, for the broken hearted its a great fix.
To see a sweet couple extending marriage, these roses are perfect to show loves true bondage.
True love is like skating and ice skating, routine so splendid that it leaves the onlookers beaming.
Beaming with a smile on their happy faces, their happiness is as delicate as laces.
They often share their moments together, witnessing the times of bliss that they've gathered.
They share the moments by sharing a scrapbook, so they can return over the years and sneak a look.
They share the moments with their children, allowing them little glimpses of heaven.
Seeing the twinkle in their sweet little eyes is like a million shining stars filling the dark sky.
They see the stars through a telescope; just viewing this gives them hope.
Peace and love and courage and life and light, is all they need to let their souls take flight.
Peace for the heart of many, and wisdom to allow them their sanity.
They have been wishing on a star, hoping to bring them their dreams closer.
A dream of reality dream for blissfulness, someday they will tell the kids about the marvelous adventure.
That started from the vast fields of delicate flowers, to see a flower blossom from a newborn flower.
Is lifeís greatest gift of power, a power only to be delivered by the gift of an angel.
Their powers and secrets, they gift but donít tell.
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