The Rose, named Love

Overnight, in the garden I own,

a little red rose, named Love, had grown

Seeing its glory, I knew from the start
I had to pluck it, place it in my heart

From this exquisite rose, I am giving away
to my friends, a petal or two, every day

And of magical petals, I have no lack
'cause for each petal I give, two grow back

A big rose named Love will as long as I live
fill up my heart: tonnes of petals to give

Now quick, I am sure that in your garden too,

there will be a magic rose, named Love, for you

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