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'The Palest Rose'Roses bloom in many hues The spectrum, they exceed, With brilliant yellows, fire reds, Pastel pinks, and and evening blues. They fill my senses with their beauty Soft petals, touch my skin, With velvet feel, the sheen of silk, Their nectar thick, as cream from milk. They grow in bushes, and trailing vines To cascade down, or grow in lines, Creep along a pickett fence, Entangle thicketts, dark, and dense. Still with the endles colour realm abundant each new day, It doesn't really matter, for my heart will never stray From the one who's beauty far exceeds the colour, it has not The palest rose, will always grow, and bloom within my heart. Rusty Blackwood. Copyright 2002-09. ~ This is an earlier poem, written in 2002. My favourite flower is a rose, and my favourite colour is a white one, and this, combined with my love for a certain someone, gave me the inspiration to write this poem. It still remains one of my favourites. ~ R.B. >All rights reserved by Author< 
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