If the rose could smile, it'll doth look like thee,
In gardens fair, thy grace and charm we see.
Thy beauty blooms in every rosy hue,
A fragrant garden where affection grew.
With petals soft, a blush upon thy cheek,
In thy sweet presence, hearts find solace, meek.
Thy smile, a bloom in life's vast, green glade,
In its embrace, love's tender serenade.
Like the rose, in thy grace and poise, we find,
A fleeting moment, in thy bloom, enshrined.
Oh, if the rose could smile, in thee we see,
A flower's grace, in human form, set free.
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