Valentine Rose
You are the rose
that filters my air with fatal fragrance
yet saturates with sweetness all my senses.
Yours are the thorns that dug deep
and scarred my heart,
now healed by your love with no pretenses.
You are that rose
of which love songs are sung
and with which gardens do grow.
You are my rose.
My eyes behold your beauty.
My lips tingle by your touch.
You are my valentine rose.
I love you, oh, so much.
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