Sunday Rose

Oh Sunday rose
So sweet you are,
We fell together close
At first sight, afar.

You are forever mine
In colors and ageless,
Kisses sweet like wine
Always new and fresh.

in a Sunday shine,
Bed open and new,
Reads like poetry line
Especially for you.

Feelings go across
Time and all futures,
Each one made for us
So white and spotless.

Oh Sunday rose
I knew it from first,
That true love grows
With touch and trust.

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