Within the secret gardens of my heart,
Where no one goes,
The magic in my silence grows,
You are my purple rose.
A legend tells of a pale white blossom,
Bathed in silver where the moonlight glows.
It bloomed at last in lavender clothes,
You are my purple rose.
A purple rose is said to bloom by grace,
When God unites two kindred souls.
A bond unseen, yet fated as love flows,
Forever, you are my purple rose.
So mysterious, enchanted, and rare,
You have bewitched me, where no one knows.
In the deepest gloom, the only light my spirit knows,
Forever, you are my purple rose.
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