Violet Rose

The violet rose doesn’t exist in Nature.

It reminds me so much of you.

A treasure not even made by the great creator.

Its beauty can be clearly seen in everything you do.

Like an oasis for the weary desert soul

One can surely assume,

You provide much rest and do console,

Although your beauty is merely in bloom.

Violet Rose your fragrance is my sweet escape,

Thy petals soft as my hands ever tender and gently scrape.

May your tender kindness never cease.

My dear Violet Rose, for it is in you I have come to find my peace.


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