Roses
Color of the rose The beautiful and inspiring The letters written on it The bouquet of blue roses Reminder of the thorns Standing on the table Reminding me of lost I couldn't understand But I send it anyway I know it's wrong And I'm not sorry I said it all And I'm opening my soul The answer The truth to feel But the honesty In the bouquet With eleven red roses There is one that is white In the sea of same There is you The different With those words You stole my heart and still it's yours In this world You are king And I'm queen The history proves Two stand together When you mix Red and white Dear, what you get is pink.
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