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Thorned Grace
In gardens fair, the rose does bloom,
A noble woman, in her room.
With beauty rare, both stand tall,
In grace and elegance, they enthrall.
Petals soft, like silken gown,
In regal hues, they wear renown.
With thorns that guard, their inner core,
They face the world, and ask for more.
In fragrant air, their presence reigns,
A symbol of love, that ever remains.
With every glance, a story told,
Of strength and beauty, both bold.
So let us cherish, the rose so fair,
And noble women, beyond compare.
For in their essence, we see the same,
A timeless beauty, in heart and name.
© _CB_Ryuu_
A noble woman, in her room.
With beauty rare, both stand tall,
In grace and elegance, they enthrall.
Petals soft, like silken gown,
In regal hues, they wear renown.
With thorns that guard, their inner core,
They face the world, and ask for more.
In fragrant air, their presence reigns,
A symbol of love, that ever remains.
With every glance, a story told,
Of strength and beauty, both bold.
So let us cherish, the rose so fair,
And noble women, beyond compare.
For in their essence, we see the same,
A timeless beauty, in heart and name.
© _CB_Ryuu_
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