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My Friend, a Rose

My Dear Beloved Friend


I consider you, a rose,

blood red,

sweet,

Beautiful,

at times I prick my finger on your thorns.

I break a courageous smile

Despite the pain

Will you become a valiant white rose m'lady?

Or will you dive

Into the darkness

Of a black rose.

Will you see my burning light?

Will you reach out your hand to me?

My dear crimson rose,

I promise you to be your eternal light.

You are one of a kind, my beloved rose, my beloved friend.

You are a rose who has endless bloom.

You are a friend that’ll never wither.

You are strong m’lady, may we cross paths one day,

My Beloved Rose.

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