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My moonlight

The single rose in my hand

Nothing simple about the way you make me feel.

This night is unique, as I recall when you called and asked me out.

And when you handed me the rose, I thought it was cute and sweet.

The rest of the night was history, so every night when I can’t sleep, I stand by the window with that rose in hand and remember how it used to be when you were so sweet.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.