You are like a beautiful
Rose..
Blooming in the midst
Of December.
So, so
Pure..
And true
Smell so sweet
And cost a pretty penny
Petals falling without
Any emotion
So beautiful, so true
Rose petals falling, falling
Pure..
As the early morning snow
With a everlasting love
Signed and sealed by the
Risen of the early morning
Sun..
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