Whenever I see a rose in bloom,
It brings your memory to the room.
Its beauty and its gentle grace,
Reflect the warmth of your embrace.
I could forget the world, it's true,
If only I had you.
Love is blind, and love is deaf,
Yet it sees and hears beyond what's left.
I can't express how much I love you,
But whenever I try to focus, it's you I see through.
I want to tell you, always and true,
I always want you, I always love you.
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