It's not just a flower, Oh dear desire, Its symbol of love, For you to admire.
Each Petal says, That I love you, Each petal conveys, My thoughts for you.
Do you know my love, Why this rose is red, That's the colour of my blood, Which for you I can shed.
Hold it near to your heart, Be sure it is frail, And if you won't protect it, Its sure I'll fail.
Hold me my love, With all your power, As dew drops are held, In petals of flowers.
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