She brought me yellow roses, a floral gift
That never fails to give the heart a lift,
Essence of summer with its warm, gold light,
Their fragrance sweet and petals
a breathtaking sight.
I think, as I put the roses into a bowl,
How much an armful of beauty warms the soul,
This gift of loveliness from friend to friend.
Rich is the giver with rose blooms to spend,
And rich is the recipient who sets each bloom
In a treasured place to light her room.
~ Pauline Harvard
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