In velvet depths, a crimson hue unfurls,
A red rose blooms, a heart that nature whirls.
Its petals, silken, soft as whispered words,
A symphony of passion, love's own chords.From ancient Persia, its legend takes flight,
A symbol of desire, a burning, vibrant light.
The rose, a queen, in gardens it resides,
With thorns as guards, its beauty it confides.The crimson hue, a fire in the soul,
A love so deep, it takes complete control.
A fiery passion, a burning, ardent flame,
The red rose whispers, a lover's whispered name.Its fragrance, rich, a heady, sweet perfume,
A sensual delight, dispelling any gloom.
A heady mix of spice and floral grace,
A captivating scent, a love embrace.The red rose blooms, a testament to life,
A fragile beauty, amidst the constant strife.
A symbol of devotion, a love so true,
A timeless token, forever fresh and new.In art and literature, its presence takes hold,
A muse for poets, stories yet untold.
From Shakespeare's sonnets, to paintings grand,
The red rose reigns, a beauty that commands.A gift of love, a token of desire,
A crimson bloom, setting hearts on fire.
A symbol of romance, a passion's sweet refrain,
The red rose whispers, "Love will bloom again."So let us cherish, this gift of nature's grace.
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