A rose so delicate, so pure and fair
Its petals soft and velvety, so rare
Its scent so sweet, a true work of art
A symbol of love, a treasure in the heart
The thorns may prick, but beauty is its crown
A reminder that love can sometimes wound
But the rose, it blooms, in rain or shine
A testament to the power of time
In shades of red, pink, and yellow too
Each color holds a different hue
But all are lovely, all are true
A rose, in all its beauty, to pursue
So let us cherish this flower so fair
And keep it close, a treasure to share
For the rose, it speaks of love's sweet grace
A reminder of the beauty in this place.
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