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roses, you carry different tones

the last time I got hold of you

drove me everyday to sniff you

fascinated? Of course, so engrossed

with your tulips for they seem

to restore my innocence

they give my lips a shade of red,

which influence me

to utter mutual respect



now, I hold you no more

the ginger petals are now

scattered on the ground

but your enchanting scent

still stays behind,

and though the hue is

something beyond my eyelids;

I know that when you wilt

your fragrance will remain as is