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My Precious Rose
Need I but say, you bring the sun
To dreary days where there is none
And leave pure joy to chase the rain
In precious ways I can't explain
For love is ours and here to stay,
Need I but say.
In whispered words of "I love you," My heart rejoices that it's true.
You warm my heart and fill my dreams.
Forever's not too long, it seems;
You are my rose in life's bouquet,
Need I but say.
By Sharon Miller Bolander
© 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)
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