^{The Rose}

All through history in happiness or despair.
A flower was given its stem cut with care .
And the thorns removed and its petals would shine,
A prettier flower, you would never find.

And the flower brings cheer to a swollen heart,
And it brings back memories to lovers apart.
As it stands alone so silent,so tall
Casting its spell,enchanting to all.

And women would weep,and men would cry.
As the magical flower would wilt and die,
But a new flower begins as life journeys on
With another adventure and a new love song.

And lovers again,rejoice to the shade.
Embrace the odor the flower has made.
And a pair becomes one from a mystical power.
Beware of the rose,it's not just a flower.

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