And so
went the rose
with her lively red and
gleaming blossoms
and i, the iris
softspoken and hushed
by her loud appeal
And so
she paced as I
watched her beauty
and grace as I
smelled her sweet perfume
And
so
she thought she wasn't
gorgeous
but i was the one
who was gorgeous
what is gorgeous
but a word for the
masses
and so
say i to the rose
do you feel the same next to
me as you do
the other roses
how can i
she says
out there i am
not in the presence of
such beauty
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
And so
went the rose
with her lively red and
gleaming blossoms
and i, the iris
softspoken and hushed
by her loud appeal
And so
she paced as I
watched her beauty
and grace as I
smelled her sweet perfume
And
so
she thought she wasn't
gorgeous
but i was the one
who was gorgeous
what is gorgeous
but a word for the
masses
and so
say i to the rose
do you feel the same next to
me as you do
the other roses
how can i
she says
out there i am
not in the presence of
such beauty
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