My love for you is like the wildwood rose.
That flourishes secluded in the fields.
In seasons lush or deprivate it grows.
Each passing year a greater harvest yields.
My love for you is like the brook that flows.
The aggregate of countless mountain springs.
Down rocky courses rapidly it goes,
while merrily, it’s song of laughter sings.
My love for you is like the star that glows,
undaunted on a clear and frosty night.
The bracing cold and winter wind that blows.
Ensure that it will shine both clear and bright.
Created as it is each day anew,
all nature parallels my love for you.
Louis W. Rose
November 1994
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