Roses

By: Murasaki

I wake in the morning to look outside,
When I find Roses beneath my window sill.

Red, Prim, and Long Stem Thorn, I named them,

Each with their own version, scent, and feel.

And so I slip outside to enjoy the smell,

Fuming from each their own energy and toll.

Teacher, Friend, and Worth The While, I named them,

Each with their own title, comfort, and soul.

With every day that passes the Roses are there,

And at every night i tell them how they make me feel.

Forever, Together, and I Love You, I named her,

She's my Roses, at night, beneath my window sill.

ROSESLOV
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