I Still Find the Roses Red
I still find the roses red
A dozen ones you placed on my bed
A time of long-ago Valentine
When my precious Love was still mine
I still find the roses red
But the meaning lost for the words we said
I thought the rose had a dropp of dew
I found it was a tear I shed... for you.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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