A Rose for Grace

Spring time bloom,

Vibrant colors so bright.

Summer moon,

A clear and crispy night.

In evening wear,

and a robe made of lace,

Shouts the personification of grace.

Her calls echo in space.

She calls for her love,

her passion burns,

for him, without, she’s lost,

until she turns.

He’s behind her with a flower.

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