Today I'm celebrating.
Friendship came my way.
Some friendships come quite subtly
Others clothed in disarray.
The rose, in all its beauty,
Kissed by God's sweet dew,
Flourishes and blushes
Sunlight rays reflect her hues.
Just like the blushing rosebud,
Inner beauty is revealed.
In your golden heart of giving,
A harvest it shall yield.
© Marie Williams
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