He gives the rose of beauty
It's petals touch my soul
Softness and remembrance
This heart of mine he stole

What beauty in the velvet
I brush across my face
Thoughts of love emerging
Treasure I embrace

Each rose he picks from garden
With scent beyond compare
He dazzles all emotions
With velvet petals shared

Art of such perfection
The beauty of a rose
Fills me with devotion
Captured dreams untold

Today he gave me flowers
That mean so much to me
Each flower representing
Our love majestically

Bouquet of art I treasure
That represents his love
The petals gently touch me
With softness of a dove. 
 
 

~ Francine Pucillo ~
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