Love is strong. As wild roses. Always blooming. Twists and turns. Seeking the sun. Climbing higher. God's gift. Of his love to us. We too. Are his roses. Twisting and climbing. Seeking. Only Love. Asking but Love in return. Looking out our window. I watch our wild roses. Climb and twist. In their dance. Like lovers. Holding you close. I murmur in your ear.
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