The Rose
A single rose blooming wild and free
Captures my eye as I sit beneath a tree.
Its petals are so delicately spread apart
And it brings the true meaning of love to my heart.
As I sit beneath this three of green
It reminds me of many roses I've seen.
But this rose doesn't seem the same
For this one is special-
So it is this rose I will claim.
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