You are a fresh rose
A flower of love
That has abundant thorns
That prick my hand to the bone
The rose grows in a fertile garden
Among numerous other colorful blossoms
It's the most splendid flower
In any weather of any season
There are many kinds of roses:
Red, black, white... and yellow
All are magnificent thorny blooms
Like bright suns or brilliant moons
I love the fresh thorny rose
That's red, black, white,...or yellow
That gives all its beauty
And fragrance to only me.
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