A poem to my love Aneita

I was trying to find a rose
But hay what the hell
The soft petals, slender stalk
Sure are a beauty to hold and smell
A beautiful creation from the master’s hand
But when added to you it can barely stand
Except when viewed by your eyes
Held by your hand
Then a beauty like no other will rise from this land
An Aneita rose or whatever you call it
Really doesn’t matter,  as long as you touch it
Hold it gently and caress
View its petals as its the best
Then rise to see whatever is touched by Annie
Is taken to a level the earth has never seen


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