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The Rose. Dearest Rose… She is, to all romantic taste A sweetest reception For she is, to a garden, the rose embraced By nature’s high hand All choice in fair selection No rose does furnish an air’s perfume More blushed to crimson’s red And more loved is this flowered bloom This rosiest darling What words, in highest praise Can be more honest said Should ever I see a dear rose of such adore Then I cannot love that sweet rose no more |
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11/29/2020 12:09 am |
Only a Rose
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I have often wondered why the rose is so admired. Perhaps it's because as a child, I never saw flowers given as gifts, and hardly ever picked and brought inside as bouquets. The only time I saw them picked was for the cemetery or to be dried for seed for the next year in the garden. On our first Valentine's day, my new husband brought me a dozen roses, and I'm afraid I crushed him when I told him that I much preferred carnations. I didn't make that same mistake with Joe, in fact, I still have the dried baby roses from his first Valentine's bouquet. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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I always have a few roses in my garden.
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It is good to see you on here again!
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11/29/2020 7:47 am |
Ah, Abelle... Ma Belle...
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thegoodpoet replies on 11/29/2020 9:44 am: I love Roses, Mrs. Joe. is there a more beautiful flower to write a poem about? A new Huband? Congrats, My Lady... Ron, I meant my new husband as in we had only been married a few months before our first Valentine's day. I was a young bride, and not the best at communication without just being blunt. That day was a disaster: I was angry that he was late getting home from work and I had fixed a nice breakfast for his normal time of arrival. He has waited for the flower shop to open to buy me a dozen roses, so when he got home late, I angrily blurted out, "And I don't even like roses!" Years later, I had learned to communicate better, so when Joe sent me a bouquet of baby roses for our first Valentine's day, I graciously thanked him, but later on, I let him know that I really prefer carnations. But I do still have the dried roses in a bowl on the shelf. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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I love all flowers, they are all beautiful in their own way.  Roses are lovely, but they sure have sharp thorns. 
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