Roses the perfect flower,
To brighten any day,
With A Glorious Fragrance,
Creating memories, that stay.
Roses often speak,
The language of the heart,
As their beauty reflects,
A perfect work of art.
As they slowly open,
Into A perfect bloom,
Touching everyone's feelings,
That enter the room.
Tom Maxwell copyright 01/27/2007 A D
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Lovely rose of a poem. The flow the rhymes intact.