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The Rose in the Center of the Junkyard

How did I stumble upon the rose that grows in the center of the junkyard?

I knew there had to be some beauty out there

I just didn't think I'd ever find you...

Under such strange circumstances

For the rest of my life, you will be the one I will dream of going home to

You have the shoulders I wish to lean on when I'm feeling weak

The arms that I wish could keep me warm in a deep winter storm

The eyes that lead to heaven...

A deeper heaven than I could ever imagine

You are my precious, precious rose that grows in the center of the junkyard

You possess a beauty that all admire, yet few are able to behold

The stars were looking out for me when they sent you my way

And I am grateful that you chose to share your time with me

Blessed that I can occupy the space next to you every now and again

Blessed that I can hear your voice at the other end of the phone line

Blessed to kiss your face and shiver at your touch

See, my prince, my rose that grows in the center of the junkyard

I will remember you when my eyes grow dim and my walk falters

When my children and my children's children are running circles around me

I will remember you

When my hair turns silver and my shake in my booty is just a shift

I will remember you

Just KNOW that you have changed my world and made it better

And for whatever time I have left with you...

Let us keep it beautiful

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I wrote this poem for a dear friend -- one of the biggest crushes I have ever had. He and I had a short, most exciting romance. He came to me at a time when I was most vulnerable. He reminds me of the late Tupac Shakur. Our short romance will always be a wonderful memory in the corners of my mind.... never to be forgotten!

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