“Be the best version of you.” -Zoe Sugg
The blood red petals across a meadow blows;
Sweet-scented aroma that tickles the nose.
A fiery beauty, a flower so bright,
Has a prickly outside but not one of spite.
The symbol of bliss and love,
Carried softly – by the silver dove.
Flower that drives the chariot of love,
A gesture sweeter than heaven above.
Apon the grave it doth lie,
Its affixing beauty now rotted; goodbye.
From life to death a rose may bring,
Love and happiness: a beautiful thing.
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