Love Like a Rose
A rose should be given to a mother,
For a special kind of woman she could make.
A good mother is a hard somebody to be;
Such a hard task only she would undertake.
Love has its wilts and blooms
Like between child and mother.
Love will continually blossom
If given the chance to one another.
In life's times of drought
The flower will fall,
But then the rain comes to mend,
And again it blooms after all.
If roses are red
And violets are blue,
Then that special woman
As I feel, would be you.
I send you this poem
With showers of the love
That comes from your child
On the wings of a dove.
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