Rose
I, the flower called the rose of this beautiful planet,
I toil and spin in the field of life
my perfume lingers to humans
kissed by the many watered by dew
caressed by the hands that were touched by many
used for many occasions brings
love to even the broken hearted,
as well as the happiest person
what can I say but thank you for
nurturing me, making me a home in
your beautiful land. My thorns are
my protection from those who want to cut me.
I come in many colours to stain the hearts of many lovers.
red, blue, orange, purple, white, red, colours
painted by artists, planted by gardeners
and also created by his majestic grace
thank God for making me a rose,
the rose that says I love you
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