In a garden blooming, crimson beauty gleams,
A symbol of passion, love's tenderest dreams.
Red rose, a marvel with petals so fine,
In your essence, emotions intertwine.
Each petal whispers of desires untold,
A tale of devotion, more precious than gold.
Your fragrance, enchanting, like a sweet serenade,
Filling the air with a love that will never fade.
Through thorns that guard, your elegance prevails,
A reminder that love withstands every gale.
With every throb, your essence endures,
Embracing hearts with love that's pure.
Oh, red rose, forever a symbol so grand,
With you, love's language beautifully withstands.
In a hundred words, your story is told,
The red rose, a treasure that never grows old.
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Shilpa Rawade
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