Reflections of a Rose
Friday, August 31, 2018
Aug 16
I asked her to tell me about something wonderful;
She told me of Rome, of art, of mountains,
Then, almost as an afterthought,
'and us! There will be us!'
As if that, she and I together
Wasn't the most wonderful thing of all.
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