Oh dear rose, nobody knows the nectar you propose, or your sweet scent.
I gently rub and tug your petals that you present.
You are so full in color and innocence.
I press my nose in your soft bulb, and the smell is so pleasant.
I feel your soft petals on my lips as I give you a kiss, and I experience true bliss.
I cannot tighten my grip upon your stem; I do not wish to damage what you represent.
You use your thorns as protection; so I must win you over with my affection.
Such a light complexion; I do admire such perfection.
I could not pluck you from your bush, instead I will stare and make you blush.
I’ve got such a crush.
There is such a portion to choose from but no one has your proportion, so I pick you to gaze upon.
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