The Rose of Our Love

I planted a seed,
in my garden,
after the first time we said
those 3 words.

This seed is special,
very special,
its a seed of a rose.

A rose,
the flower of love,
but not just love,
our love.

Everytime we hug or kiss,
its like pouring water on
our seed,
giving it the essential things
that it needs.

Our rose has blossom,
its complete,
with its full red pedals,
and bright green stem sheets.

Our love is standing tall,
and free.

We have made it through
spring, summer and fall,
now we got winter the hardest
of them all.

I woke up this morning and
looked outside,
i saw at least 2 feet of snow,
that put fear into my eyes.

Only if you can see,
this surprise look on my face,
the area around our rose,
had such a warm sense
of taste.

Not one drop of snow made it
near our rose,
the atmosphere near it,
was like summer, but near snow.

Even the freezing cold hasn't
cracked our soul.
Not one bump, or bruise
has hurt at all.

I guess our love is that
strong and hot,
not even the coldness
of the world can even
break us apart.

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