Inside an old shoe box, please, place this rose, and in a sunny spot in your garden, close, Bury it, but not too deeply down. Firm the sod around it, so that it cannot be found. For in this shoe box with the rose, Is my tortured soul, my broken heart, and my love, all returned to me.... Never to know again, the joys of loving thee.... An original poem by Sam Martin. May,5th.2001Birth sign: Capricorn
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