The Beautiful Rose

the passionate sun makes love to her. The sun and rain has lot's of passion for her and she desires them completely.
Her love for them is constant, In fact she would be non-existent without them.
Her beauty surpasses that of any other flower, but that doesn't stop the lonely pain of winter and with each cold loveless breeze she could feel herself dying a little everyday until she was no more.
In loving memory my mother
Darrelene Elrod
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This poem is about my mother and the men who rejected her.