Roses

To show you how much our love grows,

I’m sending you a single rose.

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But does that say that I love you?

Maybe I should send you two.

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With all that you have given me.

I might as well just send you three.

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You’re all that I am living for,

so maybe I will give you four.

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Since you’re the reason I’m alive,

you really should be getting five.

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You and I make the perfect mix.

So I’ve decided to send you six.

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You’re God’s gift sent from Heaven,

number of roses now equals seven.

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Are we together because of fate?

Hey, why not, I’ll send you eight.

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To show you that you’re really mine,

I’m sending you roses, nine.

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But as I think it over again,

maybe I should send you ten.

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Okay no, I’m back to seven,

or maybe not, how about eleven?

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One more to add to your shelves.

Now the total equals twelve.

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I could pick roses till the smell makes me sick,

but for you my dear, there aren’t enough roses to pick.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 12-15-02.

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