Oh beautiful flower so delicate and pure that blossoms for all to behold.
With a breath you are gone and yet you were here or was it an illusion that we held you, What lesson we learn is yet still unclear
Should we hold on to the memory or wish you near Should we remember the pain and all that we feared.
As the years pass by the pain remains neither weakened or subdued. Oh how I miss all that you never had. I’ll remember you as his rose.
Kind Regards
Andrew.
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