Roses of a kind, love is never left behind, but in fact brought together. closer then we ever were before. <br /> You bring me me flowers of all kind sorts, but when you brought me roses of the purest enriched red. <br /> i know what you were saying; you knelt down before me and asked 'will you be mine? '. <br /> I, in return, lifted you up and gave you a hug and a kiss. <br /> <br /> Roses roses of a kind always asking 'will you be mine? '.<br /><br />Darlene Belcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-33/
