A rose blooms soft, its petals true, In crimson shades of love’s own hue. For hearts entwined or standing free, This day’s a gift for you and me. Be it romance, friendship, or self's embrace, Love finds its form, its time, its space. A fleeting moment, a timeless grace, eternal.
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