A single rose pressed in a book,
For years kept out of view…
Reminds me of another time,
Along with thoughts of you.
It speaks of love that we once shared,
The plans that we once made…
Of what we chose to lay aside,
The price then that we’ve paid.
For all the years that since have passed,
Can still flood memory…
Remembering love from long ago,
Thoughts of what used to be.
Our hopes and dreams, and wishes too,
Sealed for eternity…
Within the pages of a book,
The Rose…you gave to me.
© 2003 Loree (Mason) O’Neil
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