I didn’t even know we had roses.
Well, a rose. This one you see above.
It bloomed on Saturday. One of a kind. A lone rose.
It bloomed just hours before the Running of the Roses.
And it bloomed for my Rose,
Who celebrates her birthday on Monday.
Also a one-of-a-kind Rose.
Which raises my once-a-year question:
What do you give to the woman who IS everything?
A woman for whom a rose blooms on cue?
The pandemic has changed what is really important.
Instead of a new dress with nowhere to wear it,
I want to offer her security in an uncertain world.
Instead of a 1,000-piece puzzle of an exotic destination,
I want to offer her unwavering devotion in a fickle world.
Instead of a nifty new pasta maker with seven attachments,
I want to offer her unconditional love in a divided world.
Instead of a store-bought birthday card,
I want to offer her this, a rose not quite as beautiful as her soul.
And my humble words.
Happy birthday, Rose, the woman who is everything.
Omg Bob! Fabulous! A truly deep amd lovely love poem. Now go get that pasta maker…., Xxoo Susan On Sun, Sep 6, 2020 at 6:09 PM Musings, Magic, San Miguel and More wrote:
> > > > > > > robertjhawkins1 posted: ” > I didn’t even know we had roses. > > > > Well, a rose. This one you see above. > > > > It bloomed on Saturday. One of a kind. A lone rose. > > > > It bloomed just hours before the Running of the Roses. > > > > And it bloomed for my Rose, > > > > Who celebrates her birthday on M” > > > >
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This is absolutely beautiful and a lovely testament to your relationship. Rose, is indeed a one of a kind, special person, who we love. Happy birthday, Rose!!
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With your loving missive, sweet Rose who IS everything now HAS everything…
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Alison, thank you!
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With your loving missive, Rose who IS everything now HAS everything…
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I will cherish this forever
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Happy birthday, Rose. You must really be something to have a husband who writes love poems to you and compares you to a lovely flower. Closest I ever came was a boyfriend who wrote a poem comparing me to a crock of beer. Buen Hecho, Roberto.
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I’m going to guess that was some pretty amazing beer!
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