Roses,
As sweet as they smell,
Your smile strikes a stronger spell.
Roses,
Beautiful even when they dry,
I'd rather watch you when you cry.
Roses,
A small bud, a gentle petal,
I'd still stay with you in winds so brutal.
Roses,
Steals glances so sinful,
Yet you took mine, oh dear, so cruel.
-Roses, by Farah Ain-
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