Roses Through Many Eyes
In the Eyes of a Lover:
A crimson bloom, soft as a sigh,
A whispered vow that will not die.
Each petal holds the warmth of you,
A kiss in red, in velvet hue.
In the Eyes of a Friend:
Golden roses, bright and true,
A bond unshaken, ever new.
Through thorns and storms, they stand so tall,
A love that never fears the fall.
In the Eyes of Celebration:
White roses grace the joyful air,
Marking moments rich and rare.
Wrapped in laughter, light, and cheer,
A fragrant wish for those held dear.
In the Eyes of the Soul:
A single bloom in morning’s glow,
A silent prayer the heart may know.
Its petals fold, then rise again,
A sign of life that never ends.
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