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ROSE AT MY DOOR

My day was incomplete, but I knew not why. There was a soft gentle knock at my door. As I opened it, the most beautiful flower I had ever seen emerged, filling the doorway with her beauty. It was a Rose, with a soft velvet texture and a radiance that was most soothing to my eyes. She stood tall and had an elegance about her like no other could compare. Her fragrance was as sweet as honey and her skin as soft as a rose pedal after a spring rain. He eyes sparkled like the sun glistening of the water. What made her even more inviting was that she was full of Life and enthusiasm.

The moment was special, like no other I had ever experienced. I embraced her and held her close to my bosom, touching her soft sensual lips to mine, with hopes of fulfillment. I felt as though I should caress her for eternity. Feeling so natural in my arms, that I wanted her all to my self. Putting her on display for all the world to see.

Then realizing, upon doing this she would soon wilt and die. I could not bare the thought. Escorting her to the door I cast her to the wind so that she would be free to blossom and flourish. At that precise moment the rains came down as if they knew she needed the moisture to exist. As I stood in the doorway wondering will my Rose survive or wilt and die? Should I have kept it to myself, I think not? For her beauty is for all the world to see and enjoy. Perhaps she will come to me again and enlighten my day with all her splendor.

Then I realized my love-the Rose was you and that I would wait an eternity for your return.

Sleep well my friend, wherever you may be---YMIRon

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