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Rose

"What does a rose mean to me."

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Is there another way to say love better than with a rose?  

Some say chocolates or jewelry.

Not with you, it is always a rose.

For over a year, you have brought me a rose to tell me how much you love me.

Most of the time you bring a rose for no reason other than to see me smile.

You are like a clock. Rain or shine, you bring me my rose. 

You have been sick or away but somehow you always make sure I get my rose.

You know the smile it gives me when I see my rose.

Do you know what I am smiling at?

It’s not the rose. It’s your love and what the rose represents.

Never stop with the roses.

Never stop with your love, and I promise I won’t quit smiling and loving you.

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Written by AAnna
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