One Rose. That's all he left. No kiss. No note. No way for me to know He was there at all. Nothing but my heart, My love, and One rose. I told him "I love you" That night. He said nothing, But he left me one rose. He's coming again tonight. Will he tell me how he feels? Or will I be alone Yet again?
Reason for writing:
I don't know why I wrote it. It just came to me.
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