Within the delicate folds of rose petals,
Lies a story untold, a secret unseen.
Each petal a canvas of beauty untamed,
A fleeting moment of splendor claimed.
A dance of colors, a symphony of scents,
The petals whisper tales of love and lament.
Soft as a whisper, yet strong as a tide,
Their magic captivates, cannot be denied.
With each gentle touch, they leave a mark,
A memory imprinted on the soul, stark.
Fragile yet fierce, they bloom and wilt,
Their essence eternal, forever built.
So cherish the petals, treasure their grace,
For in their fleeting beauty, lies an embrace.
Ephemeral splendor, a gift from above,
Rose petals whisper of everlasting love.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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