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My sweet pure red rose, that grows in my garden with drops of dew upon its leaves...I sit here in awe-stuck, of your sweet, sweet fragrance and then I know why in Gods name...I believe..Each petal so perfect each leaf so perfectly shaped...Your luminous cascades of colors take my breath away.

Your sweet fragrance I breathe in with each and every breath I take..Most beautiful fragrance one could ever express...My beautiful sweet, red rose that stands so proud in my garden for everyone to cherish...With its exquisite vibrant beauty, bursting with so much life.

Whom, but God could have made something so exquisite as this beautiful sweet red rose.., I hold this rose out to you made with love from God...How beautiful this rose God made.....Made with so much perfection and love. And yet some say don't mention Gods name people might take offense..
Oh, how very sad to believe that...I can't begin to understand...Just like my sweet, sweet rose that stands proud I will too...I'll defend my rights to love God, I'll pray and hope you will too.

I hold this rose out to you....It was made for you...A rose with love from God, just for you...I look at this beautiful rose then I know in Gods name
why I believe...don't you? I'm sure, really sure you do..

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August 8, 2002