Leigh is sick with a bad cold this morning so I decided to blog for her and give her the morning to rest.
Scottish poet, Robert Burns, wrote “My luve (love) is like a red, red rose…”, and his may very well have been, but mine is more, much more.
My love, Leigh Morgan, is not just like a red rose, with a heart full of passionate love for me and all around her, but she is also like other roses in our garden.
My love is also like a yellow rose, in that she brings the joy and beauty of springtime to me every day.
She is like a white rose for her purity of spirit and honesty in all things.
A pink rose describes her tenderness and compassionate side that welcomes others to her.
And, my love is like an orange rose when she burns with fire and enthusiasm for life.
There’s no doubt in my mind that red roses are beautiful, they are, but I feel truly blessed to share the love of a woman who is a full and colorful bouquet.
All my love this Valentine’s Day,