Roses, Love and Music,
Most poets seem to like,
A World, perfumed illusion,
That enhances poet's, sight.
Thru Roses, scarlet color,
Perfume and nectar flow,
Thru Love we open power,
The best we'll ever know,
Thru music we hear Poetry,
With which our feelings grow.
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