I felt a little gloomy and sad
so I went to the Florist's today
Among orchids and carnations
I found myself a special bouquet
Nine beautiful roses in soft peach
Each one with a dark green stem
Every petal a characteristic
of the true person that I am
The first petal a little fading
but quite interesting I shall say
It is not the hour that causes it
It is the shades that makes it gray
The second, a bud next to a twin
Both newly born and developing
Still shy and taking shelter
by the greenery's safety enveloping
One of the roses keeps its' distance
It is the beautiful petal in full bloom
I will show it to my beloved ones
and share with them its' sweet perfume
The other five roses,
yet to be explored and unfold
I save them for that special one
for him to admire and behold.
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