This season is set for the rose to flourish
The soul and body receives its nourish
Resilient from the storm that pass
So brave, so strong. Now receive the sash
The one that waits for this rose to bloom
Transforms himself into a groom
In his left, he holds his guitar
In his right, leads her to the altar
Singing his song of love and devotion
Dancing her heart out in slow motion
Vows to lead her with grace and integrity
Submits herself in his authority
He showered her with a love so pure
In his embrace, she is secure
In the morning she blossoms beautifully
In the night she shines unendingly
Love is their refuge to fears and doubts
And each other's arms are their hideouts
When times get tough and you want to shout
The name of their love, they cry out
A love so pure, it cannot be broken
The ring in their finger as a symbol and a token
Love is the cure to words unspoken
A cure to the heart where love is forgotten
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