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Writtten for my former spouse after the passing of her mother. |
| A Rose by Any Other Name Hast of't' been said since days of old, as the father is so his sons will grow Yet I believe an even stronger tie, between a mother and her daughter lies. Special feelings one can’t explain, each understands and feels the same. A smile or a tender touch knowing looks that say so much A simple nod, unspoken words, expressions of love by both is heard Still, the most amazing part, how tenderly each holds the others heart Bonds like this last longer than mortal men can see, even when this earthly life, one of them may leave. The beauty of the elder, in all her glory swells it's present in the younger beyond the heavenly veil A rose by any other name, oft' I have been told, today smells just as sweet as did in times of old. Thus ev'ryday with you my Love, I so clearly see, the wonder 'twas your mother, 'tis what you've come to be. |