You’re my Rose
When I was a little boy I smelled a rose,
I think it was one that had no scent…
I always heard: “stop and smell the roses”,
However, I had been tricked as a youth.
I saw for years all the beautiful roses,
The yellows, the crimson, the orange and red…
I would love to see them, yet I would not bend down.
I thought: “there is no scent, I tried at five”.
Pass each rose, look and admire, there is no scent,
Then I met you… I know now; there is a scent,
It is a wondrous, passionate, alluring, ever growing scent.
Cherilyn, you’re my rose. They do in fact smell beautiful…
Joseph James
9-27-12
© Happy Anniversary Cher.
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