Rosy Red
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Jayne Louise Davies
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The redness of the gentle rose,
It's contrast gleams in morning light,
A precious flower loved by those,
A gift of love such precious sight,
Nature paints this garden fair,
With steady hand it's colours flow,
And I could sit all day right here,
My love for you just grows and grows.
Jayne Louise Davies
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