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I am life, I am the eye of the morning.

I awaken to the sun's caress upon my face,

I stretch my limbs, my heart is sent soaring

By a summer's dawn of flemish lace.

My petals bedewed are set in motion,

As the flowing mist seems to curl,

Forming a womblike ocean,

Mixing with the tidal swirl.

I am the kiss of the day,

Beauty neverending,

I am the stuff of prose,

I am the bouquet of love that you're sending,

For I am life; I am the rose.