Rose flirted, fluttered with the Breeze
who twirled her in a garden dance;
All day they courted 'neath the trees
in joyful, playful sweet romance.
Leaf turned his head, he could not bear
to watch his Rose so fickle be;
She was his to love and care
for on one stalk for all eternity.
But fickle Rose, she bothered not,
On she danced, she did not hide;
She twirled her skirts without a thought,
Breeze held her close and breathless sighed...
Rose blushed pink as pink could be,
Leaf turned green with jealously...
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