From one's love, focus,
and clarity,
there comes a root
of the rose of eternity.
With sunlight, water,
and a little time,
there will be buds
upon the stems of lime.
On the first summer morning
there which the wind blows,
there will be blooms
of the eternal White Rose.
To win one's heart
that will forever stay,
try to give her a wonderful bouquet.
Go to her without a shove,
and give her your symbol of eternal love.
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