Upon love´s pages of time, you gifted me
roses,
With your love, in bouquets, bunches &
posies,
Wreath on your tomb, you took roses from
me,
Leaving mere branches, of death´s winter
tree.
When, I thought that I´d never see roses
again,
Drowning in rivers of despair & sorry
sad pain,
Until one day, from God´s kind proffered
hand,
I was handed from him, roses of sky, sea
& land.
He gave roses of pink, upon children’s rose
cheeks,
Yellow & gold in the sun, after winters
icy & bleak,
Red velvets given, upon lips of the passing
hot lovers,
Apricots & lilacs, upon breasts of
feathered soft plovers.
Roses in fields, of the sky´s dusks &
rosy peach dawns,
The pure saintly whites, within the snow of
cold morns,
God gave me roses in life, just to remind
me of you,
He promised never to offer, a rose in sad
painted blue.
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