This was given to me by a good friend.

Blue Rose

When the blue of the night

Meets the blue evening breeze,

There appears a blue rose before me.

When the blue of the night

Sings softly to my heart,

The blue rose gently beguiles me.

When the blue of the night

Whispers of love and of life,

The blue rose is covered with dew.

When the blue of the night,

Meets the love within my heart,

The blue rose, suddenly, is you.

Poetry copyright 1999 by: Tulsabutterfly
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