A gift of roses she gives to me,
scenting the air so sweet,
reds and pinks extends her heart,
of emerald green.

Compassionate eyes, my stare returns,
with honor - gifts go within,
tears as waves swell up inside,
no words begin.

Graceful lady of unending peace,
pure light, God's infinite love,
knowing my heart's every need,
with roses from above.

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