The Rose

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She's tough on the outside but fragile within

She goes away when the cold bites her skin

She appears again when the flowers bloom

She dances like silk when the wind blows through

She expresses her emotion in different colors

She keeps a secret in blue

For love and passion she seeps blood

For a shoulder to lean on she sheds the color of the sun

She's so innocent as she glows a snowy white

Her desire burns like the flames from the night

Her joy is filled with a shade of pink

Her looks are magnificent but her scent is too

She can come in many forms

Though this ones for you

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