My Rose

 

Knew this rose

and loved her scent

She came to the city

was overwhelmed by the cement

I told her everything will be fine

and she insisted on being mine

I loved my thorn less rose

Woman so sweet

Lovely little lady kept me on my feet

But I wasn't ready to join her in the garden

Accept my pardon

Left her to dry

Said bye

The End

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