A Valentine Rose to remember
The Rose
The rose will wither in the days to come
However, not the memories of where it is from.
In a vase stands tall your rose,
When it dies, I will find a book
To press its Memory for a later look,
your Precious rose will never die,
To live on, a feast for
Someone’ else’s eyes.
Written by Charles Garcia
2005
poem by Charles Garcia
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