The Loving Rose
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Sandra Feldman
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Nothing like a Rose,
To show us how love grows,
Flower that inspires,
Beauty Queen, desire,
From her thorny Throne,
Commands to be admired,
Those enticing well formed petals,
Deep red velvet, crimson wine,
Have now first begun to open,
Their exquisite form, divine,
Waiting for her secret lover,
Who will whisper, 'Please be mine',
A Red Rose, remains the symbol,
Of Love, till the end of time.
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