I glanced up and noticed the vase
Like everything else in my life
The roses had withered and died
The flowers had turned dry and crisp
The smell was no longer a perfume
Then I saw it amongst the rubbish
One rose still in bloom
With petals open and alive
A dark red and still smelling sweet
Fetching it fresh water to breathe
I thought I'd give this rose a chance
To live another day
Be beautiful for one last time
Share a warm feeling
To be better than before
A symbol of love and hope
Of trust and desire
This rose is my love for you
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