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| Marry Rose Garden...Regent's Park London |
People say Roses are Red,
Then, Red Roses for my passionate love to you
People say Roses are Pink,
Then, Pink Roses to show that I admire you
People say Roses are Yellow,
Then, Yellow Roses to brighten your day
People say Roses are Lavender,
Then, Lavender Roses to say that I love you at my first sight
People say Roses are Orange,
Then, Orange Roses to say that I want to build a relationship with you
And,
People say Roses are White,
Then, The White Rose for the purity and confession of my heart
To confess in my heart that I am truly falling in love with you.
Then, Red Roses for my passionate love to you
People say Roses are Pink,
Then, Pink Roses to show that I admire you
People say Roses are Yellow,
Then, Yellow Roses to brighten your day
People say Roses are Lavender,
Then, Lavender Roses to say that I love you at my first sight
People say Roses are Orange,
Then, Orange Roses to say that I want to build a relationship with you
And,
People say Roses are White,
Then, The White Rose for the purity and confession of my heart
To confess in my heart that I am truly falling in love with you.
Ryn
Rose
A rose to rise
A rose to fall
A rose to conquer all
Thorns that hurt
Thorns that protect
Thorns to start what cannot be stopped
One rose to say one word
One rose to say many words
Several roses to say nothoing at all
From rise to fall
From hurt to protect
A rose is a rose
That can mean many things
But all depends on you
Your interpretation
Your perspective
Your own heart
With its own rose
Its own thorns
A rose to fall
A rose to conquer all
Thorns that hurt
Thorns that protect
Thorns to start what cannot be stopped
One rose to say one word
One rose to say many words
Several roses to say nothoing at all
From rise to fall
From hurt to protect
A rose is a rose
That can mean many things
But all depends on you
Your interpretation
Your perspective
Your own heart
With its own rose
Its own thorns
Nuku Desmond
Rose’s rose rose
In the light of the day
While the wind blows
Round its flowers of the lightest rosé.
Rose’s rose rose
In a way Rose may
When she grows
As her rose
Shows
How it grows
And by the end of the day
When her rose’s flowers’d close
And its head would sway
In the wind, Rose would say:
“My rose, as you rose
In the light of the day
Did you notice those,
The sounds of your stay?
Not only those of the day,
But, too, the ones of the dark, rose,
The ones of the dark and the moon in its pose.
Did you notice those, rose?
Did you notice those? ”
And the rose would know
What Rose would want to say
And it would sleep
With its flowers of the lightest rosé.
....Rich 2012
In the light of the day
While the wind blows
Round its flowers of the lightest rosé.
Rose’s rose rose
In a way Rose may
When she grows
As her rose
Shows
How it grows
And by the end of the day
When her rose’s flowers’d close
And its head would sway
In the wind, Rose would say:
“My rose, as you rose
In the light of the day
Did you notice those,
The sounds of your stay?
Not only those of the day,
But, too, the ones of the dark, rose,
The ones of the dark and the moon in its pose.
Did you notice those, rose?
Did you notice those? ”
And the rose would know
What Rose would want to say
And it would sleep
With its flowers of the lightest rosé.
....Rich 2012
The Rose
A single rose
Given by one to another
A single rose
Be it a friend, sister, or lover
A single rose
So good and pure
A single rose
May be the cure
A single rose
May dry the tears
A single rose
Wipes away the fears
A single rose
Represents many things
A single rose
To a memory, it clings
And if, by chance, that memory is bad
A single rose
Can seem so sad
But if, with luck, the memory is good
The rose stands proud
As it should.
Given by one to another
A single rose
Be it a friend, sister, or lover
A single rose
So good and pure
A single rose
May be the cure
A single rose
May dry the tears
A single rose
Wipes away the fears
A single rose
Represents many things
A single rose
To a memory, it clings
And if, by chance, that memory is bad
A single rose
Can seem so sad
But if, with luck, the memory is good
The rose stands proud
As it should.
Calysta Rose Anderson
Rose
Everything seemed to wither except Rose
Everything seemed ugly and twisted only Rose
Everything lost meaning until Rose arose
Not just anything but everything rose
Not just anyone could have been Rose
Not just anyone could have been with Rose
Not a damn thing made sense just Rose
I rose for and because of Rose.
Alex Kadzitu
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