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Apr 01, 2009
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My Black Rose
My Black Rose
A Black Rose sways in the temperate winds,
He gives with grace and slightly bends.
His stem has weathered many storms,
Has learned to protect with barbed like thorns.
The fragrance of this strong Black Rose,
Is sweet enough to soothe a broken soul.
His beauty is stunning from inside out,
He plants seeds of love, while erasing doubt.
My black rose, given true and free,
Will belong forever to only me.
— Tonya, Apr 01, 2009
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Tonya
17 years 2 months ago
lol, thanks Julie. I’m
Geezer
17 years 2 months ago
black rose