Rose Teacup
...added to my charm
In a quaint little shop, I saw
A teacup made of rose, which left me in awe
It was delicate and fine, with petals so sweet
I knew it was something I just had to meet
I cradled it gently in my hands
Under the light, it sparkled like golden strands
As I sipped my tea, I felt the warmth
The rose teacup added to my charm
It had a scent that stirred my soul
A fragrance that could make one whole
Every sip sang of floral dreams
Of hidden gardens and forgotten streams
I couldn't resist its beauty so rare
In my heart, it left a sweet sweet flare
I took it home, and from that day forth
The rose teacup became my source of mirth.
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