The roses they come alive in full bloom,
Brightening the air amidst pouring rain;
Casting away the pain, sorrow and gloom,
Life becomes full and complete once again.
In beauty they paint the colorless air,
Like rainbows, they blossom in full color.
‘Roses do have thorns’ but i do not care;
I’m like a bee, lured by lovely odor.
These roses and you are all that i want,
To be near me in spring, summer and fall.
Out in the garden i went to pluck one,
In blissful ecstasy, i took them all!
They are for you my sweet dove, for i know
You love roses – red, violet and yellow.
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