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Essence of Rose

A name by which beauty itself compares, No other would dare speak of you, The essence of Rose, ephemeral perfume, Wild honeysuckle and fresh morning dew. Persona aflame, vibrant furnace of petals, A complex, intense distillation, Of the sweet, the pure, the ultra-hip sensual, Strictly feminine combination. And when dreams forsake as dreary dust, Dried and faded on a harsh Winter’s lawn, Her endless Spring breathe life to their bones And by her kiss reborn…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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