Were I to send thee roses,
I would fly them on the wing,
Of a meadowlark
Who would sing his song
To announce the birth
Of Spring;
For if I were to send thee roses,
I would send thee but
Eleven,
Whose bright and radiant
Beauty
Would paragon stars
In Heaven;
And were you but to tell me,
To send eleven 'tis truly
Rare,
I would tell thee that the
Twelfth rose
Shall be found within
A mirror!
p.s. this is dedicated to my beautiful and wonderful wife of 35 years, Tina Marie Renzo!
©THE GABER
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