He came an took me by the hand
up to a red rose tree
He kept his meaning to him self
but gave a rose to me
I did not pray him to lay bare
the mystery to me
enough was the rose heaven to smell
and his own face to see.
Cant remember whothe author of this is but it is mu fav poem.
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