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My love for you is like a red, red rose,
It started as a seed but it’s grown and grown.
Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest,
And it grows even more with each passing breath.
The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure,
All the doubts that I’ve had you have since cured.
For all the thorns that this proud rose bears,
They are all softened by the thought of your care.
Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies,
But the love that helped grow it will last for all time.
– Sam Fedarb
soy lo que soy said:
Love is in the air! ❤️ beautiful post
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Laxman Prajapati said:
Really ?
Thanks a lot 🙂
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tazeinmirzasaad said:
Very beautiful poem Laxman! I am wondering, have you unfollowed me? It is O.K., God bless you!
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Laxman Prajapati said:
No. i already follow to you.. 🙂 check it
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tazeinmirzasaad said:
Thank you so much for following! God bless you dearest Laxman, you can comment on my blog, if you wish to!
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Laxman Prajapati said:
Welcome 🙂
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leenap23 said:
Beautiful poem 🙂 🙂
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Laxman Prajapati said:
Really ?
Thanks for read this… 🙂
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silentlyheardonce said:
Beautiful words.
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Laxman Prajapati said:
Thank you so much 🙂
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