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[title] => The History of a Rose
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[bodytext] => A Lady once found A little Red Rose That lay on the ground Just where it had froze; On a pale frosty petal She blew her warming breath, Gently bringing it back From the brink of death. Yesterday's token Of a young man’s esteem, But selfish words were spoken Shattering their dream. In anger it was thrown On the path outside her door; Two lovebirds instantly died Right there on the cold floor. This Lady now wonders About the history of the Rose… Is it sunshine, or thunders That it would disclose? She hopes it saw many A romantic candle-lit eve Where not a single word Of anger did they breathe. But, with an anxious mind She feared it was not so, Else, why did she find It left where no Rose could grow? Wouldn’t this emblem of love Be worn with a sense of pride Within the well-arranged hair Of that future Bride? So glad that she saved this Flower From an undignified end, She now begins to shower Her love on this newfound friend. Thus, a rare perfume From within its heart is released, Covering her in a fragrance Like a special one from the East. That notorious black day Is many cold days past. Now that Rose will stay And be truly admired, at last! Its petals are always open, Never do they close, A wonderful tribute to the Lady Who saved it from death’s snows. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 22 [informant] => windowguy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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