This flower began as a single bud,
Small but strong and true,
Nurtured by the roots of life,
It became a rose stem and grew.
Wrapped tight against outside harm,
Its petals formed and flourished,
The tender care of mother nature,
A promise to protect and nourish.
It is a symbol of the love we share,
All the things out of love you do.
It is a promise that my heart is yours,
That my forever Valentine is you.
©2011, Donald Harbour
Hear! hear!
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Soooo romantic. A lovely thought.
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Beautiful…
missing me
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Donald, so romantic.
Tu esposa es muy afortunada.
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This is the coolest love poem. Great job!
http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2011/02/dare.html
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Your wife is a lucky woman. 🙂
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That’s lovely, Donald. I bet your wife loved it.
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Was hoping I’d find you doing NaPoWriMo. 🙂 You’ve been silent for a while now – I hope everything is ok with you and yours.
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