I received a gift today They really were a prize I was walking through my memories When, much to my surprise I saw them in a reflection of my life At first glance I thought "Weeds" But I continued on the pathway in my mind Just to see where it would lead In among'st all the sand, grass, thorns And rocks that nestled there Hidden from the normal view of those outside my world I gazed at these special memories with care Four beautiful roses showed themselves to me A very pleasing sight The first one was so beautiful Its petals were all white Slightly behind and to the left My gaze was being led

Another rose ... a different hue This one was all red. I spied another to the right I was a lucky fellow To see the beauty I beheld Another ... this one yellow A fourth one nestled right behind The three ... but still peeked through I looked at it with reverence And noticed it was blue I wondered "Should I pick them?" "And bring them back to you?" So you could see what I have seen And know their beauty too I decided not to pick them As I looked at them today These glorious sight of my memories

Would surely fade away I thought of how to share these In quite a different way And so I bring this poem to you Of what I saw today The white rose is the pureness Not of me ... but you Your value picked could never match Your pure beauty set free The red rose is the love I felt When I saw you for the first time Or maybe t'was the anger If I'd never had you in my life The yellow rose was the caution That's made you and I choose To let our love live there in your world Or here in mine The blue rose was the sadness I felt As you leave me behind here "But 'tis okay" I thought aloud For God will return you to these arms of mine For here 'tis the one place you belong.

I pray you would sense the beauty that I saw today. Our love was heaven sent t'was not for us to disregard. The hope that this love meant as much to you as to me. And so I share with you today this hard reality. I have but one question, had you know me years ago would you have picked me for a friend? If so... then allow me to love you now with all my heart...

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