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The Last Rose
by Michael David Coffey
I bring you the last rose, my love
The only rose to survive
this earthly discourse
A rose of character
and mysticism
Fragrant in the most
desirable of ways
Engendering love's attention
Passion's ultimate persuasion
Color, red, so deep
that it penetrates
To your very soul
Imparting color and
texture
To your life, renewed
A rose so perfect,
it is imperfect
Scarred by life's tragedies
Bruised by mistakes
and misadventures
Yet surviving, in all
its mystical beauty
A gift of life's innermost
secrets
A gift to you, my love
The last rose
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