Thornless Elegance
In the garden’s gentle grace, a rose stands tall,
A deep red hue, a timeless call.
Its petals soft as whispers in the breeze,
A symbol of love, of gentle ease.
With leaves of green, so vibrant, pure,
No thorns to mar its beauty, that’s for sure.
Two buds beside it, poised to bloom,
A promise of more beauty to assume.
Its fragrance sweet, a whisper of the heart,
A work of art, a living part.
No need for prickles, no pain in its touch,
Just pure affection, and love as such.
In the sun’s warm glow, it stands with pride,
A beacon of love, with nothing to hide.
A thornless rose, in all its grace,
A symbol of love’s gentle embrace.
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