My love is a Rose by another name,
Her beautiful face puts its petals to shame.
A flower we have and we call it a rose,
My love is a flower who nobody knows.
Nobody knows her quite like me,
Her beauty is mine to treasure and see.
The wife of my youth and the one that I love,
An undeserved gift sent down from above.
My friend and helper, my Rose is my guide,
There when I need her-she stands by my side.
She gives me new hope and brightens the day
Lightens my mood like a fresh bouquet.
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