  ’TWAS a Jacqueminot rose That she gave me at parting; Sweetest flower that blows. ’Twas a Jacqueminot rose. In the love garden close, With the swift blushes starting, ’Twas a Jacqueminot rose That she gave me at parting. If she kissed it, who knows— Since I will not discover, And love is that close, If she kissed it, who knows? Or if not the red rose Perhaps then the lover! If she kissed it, who knows, Since I will not discover. Yet at least with the rose Went a kiss that I’m wearing! More I will not disclose, Yet at least with the rose Went whose kiss no one knows,— Since I’m only declaring, “Yet at least with the rose Went a kiss that I’m wearing.” Arlo Bates. |
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