Throughout the soft and timeless days of March
Until now the shadows begin to grow much shorter
The sunset's fire has deepened blood red
I give you this, the first rose of spring
A token of my unyielding love
So when the winter's mantle leaves the earth
And all around seems dead and cold
This rose reminds you of a time when all is warm and living
Do not despair, mother nature simply awakes
In sleep she has well earned
'Til one day not so very far from now
With the opening of the first rose buds I shall return
2007-03-14
07:44:56
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