Youth, soaked with rose petals,
holds every attention
from those hunters.
Every men tries to pluck her,
Beware! the thorns in her
will cast out your sober.

She smells so strong,
it's redness, so wild.
The petals that kissed her lips
is now a magic spell
to swallow him in few sips.

The rose that flourished
draws men to relish.
Each and every curves of her,
is a destiny where only few deserves.

It gives warmth,
it gives relief.
It brings romance,
and a little of passion.

She loves her gardener
who always caresses her
and showers her with love.
Their eyes meet each other
knowing, they will grow old together,
until the rose petals fall off and wither.



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