Daniel Senser's Poetry
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Rose of My Love
The rose of my love is blooming into song.
Fresh from the earth my eternal joy springs.
Pluck this rose, my darling, and cherish it while it lasts.
In this springtime glory, we shall know love at last.
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