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Crimson Rose by Mark Bishop Evans 2020

There’s a lady who waits beside fantasy’s’ gate, she carries a long crimson rose
A beautiful gift your spirit to lift in ways no one could suppose

A rose for your lady, sir, a prize from her beau? A symbol of love that’s so rare
For nature decreed that true love indeed be found in this flower you share

How could you suppose that one crimson rose could carry you so far away?
Bring tears to her eyes and make her heart fly, and say things that words never say

A rose is a treat, scented so sweet, and all broken hearts soon will heal
While certain things last and other things pass a rose has a beauty you feel

When evening is done a new morning comes, the rose will remind her of this
She’ll open her eyes, breathe a soft sigh still recalling the thrill of your kiss