This rose in a belljar
preserved forever
holding memories
of our time together
with sleek strong stem
supporting all we had
thorns for protection
when times were bad
leaves to shelter us
from extremes of life
wafting in the summer breeze
when I became your wife
a rich velvet rose
to crown our glory
of the true love we had
now part of our history !
© Lissie Bull 2016
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