The blossoms of a rose are finer
than any flower by far,
save the rose you are.
The petals of a rosewood tree
are finer than any other tree,
save the rose you’ve been to me.
The memories of roses in bloom
outshine many others too,
save the rose I’ve given you.
For beauty is in the heart you see,
not in silken downy bouquets,
but in every living thing we share,
in so many different ways.
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