Seven Red Roses
Seven red roses, one for each day,
Each petal a promise, come what may.
One for Monday, fresh and bright,
To start the week with hopeful light.
Tuesday’s rose, a deeper hue,
A sign that love will see us through.
Wednesday brings a bloom so bold,
A warmth to hold when nights are cold.
Thursday’s rose whispers sweet,
In fragrant grace, our hearts will meet.
Friday’s flower, soft and sweet,
A promise that our love is deep.
Saturday’s rose, a radiant flare,
For all the little moments we share.
Sunday’s bloom, the week’s last song,
A love like roses, steady and strong.
About the Creator
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