I really don't know what kind of rose this is,
but it is beautiful in every way.
Looking at it with the morning
light steals my heart.
Each petal seems to tell a story.
Maybe a love story that never happened.
How fragile love is and how
we should hold onto it.
In the garden there are many
stories to be told.
Always ready to be listened to.
Take a moment to enjoy it.
The conversation will be well worth it.
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