Does A Rose Know Her Beauty
I found a rose outside my door,
the petals soft and sweet.
I picked it up and held it,
it swept me off my feet.
I fell in love with that rose,
so fragile like my heart.
It whispered gently in my ear,
our souls will never part.
As I looked around the garden,
nothing could compare.
The tender rose stood alone,
a beauty simple yet so rare.
Does a rose know her beauty,
the feeling it brings my way?
I do not know, but in my heart
the love will always stay.
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