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Her gift was to me, most precious of all,

a delicate single pink rose.

Shy demure innocence, refreshingly pure,

her token of love to bestow.



It's Petals like silk, yield gently to touch,

a gossamer wisp to my lips.

The essence of passion, a flower in bloom,

quivered ’neath fingers deft tips.



Savor it's intimate perfumed bouquet,

a delicate single pink rose.

It's fragrant aroma, heavenly scent,

inspiring rapturous prose.



A gift like no other, as none would compare,

a blossoming bud set afire.

Her single pink rose, surrendered to love,

submitting to passions desire.