Only Twelve Dozen Roses Apart
Only twelve dozen roses apart, a garden of longing,
Each bloom is a heartbeat in this floral countdown.
Like petals of time, softly, gently falling,
Distance melts away, a perfumed love crown.
These stems, a bridge across the separation's sea,
Their fragrance and whispers carried on hope's breeze.
In this bouquet of days, our hearts run free,
Thorns of absence lost among love's sweet leaves.
Only twelve dozen roses apart, yet so near,
As each bud opens, reunion draws dear.
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