The Reddest Rose
Redder then the reddest lips,
Like velvet to the finger tips.
Red with passion and love,
It is more special then any white dove.
Given by lovers on special days,
And it show love in all ways.
So sweet and pure,
So much beauty to be endured.
Now I know there is no lovelier.
Then this beautiful red rose.
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