A Wild Rose
A wild rose was
growing along the
mountain road
so freely,
until a young couple
came passing by one
fine day, so long ago.
She stooped down
and picked this flower
so beautiful to behold.
These young dear ones
made a vow that day,
saying that their love
would grow into the
beauty of this wild rose,
so tender and sweet,
a delicate love,
toward each other,
till the end of
time, to cast a
beauty like the
wild rose had
done for them.
wrote 10-13-08
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