by Mick Swithinbank When I look upon the roses with which nature has blessed you and those which art has scattered upon your graceful breast, I cannot tell whether it is you that are the roses or the roses that are you.
by Mick Swithinbank When I look upon the roses with which nature has blessed you and those which art has scattered upon your graceful breast, I cannot tell whether it is you that are the roses or the roses that are you.