The Rose

He gave her a flower,
A single red rose.
He kissed her as they said goodbye.
He looked in her eyes
And she started to cry,
Then he turned and drove out of sight.
The only thing left
To remember him by
Is the single red rose that he gave her.

L.M. Nelson

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