2004 poems

Rose is like your face that always seems to grow.
But only you and me will ever know.
The rose that I saw on the ground
Looked like more than just one rose.
Then that's when I knew that rose is not a ordinary rose.
I remember one Valentine's day
You gave me a bouquet of roses.
When you gave me those roses
My eyes just lighted up the room and glowed
All the time that you were by my side.

(c)Cherisse Powers


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