Would you give me a rose,
Let it be a white rose,
No red roses for me.
A simple white rose,
No American Beauty.
Of gracious bowing branch,
Of tender petals few,
Of truer sweeter scent,
A simple white rose.
I prefer the iris,
Though, over any rose.
Iris leaves are keen blades,
Clasping a proud straight stem,
High held each spear point bud
Unfurling blooms in turn
Of elegant panache,
A flower for a queen;
Thoughts flourish sentiment.
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