Rose


The rose holds all beauty
Death within her petals
For nothing is more beautiful
Than the kiss of my lady death
Without her life
Can not be anymore precious
The rose that has been given
you show the true value
Your life and even though it ends
For one petal to fall
The shape of tears
The past you had
Proves to see
You are as precious
As beautiful as any flower
Blooming as the full moon

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