Love is like a delicate red rose, Takes so much to keep it alive. If you don't care for it, It will die, Feeling the silky petals as it was her face. Holding it in your arms with a soft embrace. Inhaling the light smell of the precious rose, Imagining it was her beautiful scent. Displaying the delicate red rose, In a vase, She's the center of your attention for all to see. When it's time to replace the wilting rose, My Gorgeous, My Love, My Sweets, You will receive a dozen more red roses.Birth sign: Virgo
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