A Rose
A rose, but one, none other rose did I have,
A rose, one rose, and this was a wondrous creation,
One rose a rose that brightened earth and sky,
One rose, my rose, that sweetened my breath and air,
I could care less about the thorns as they laid their
A rose, the one to walk by day by day
One rose, the one to gather and wear
No rose, but one- what other rose have I claimed?
One rose, my rose, will not die-
Instead he dies because of his undying love
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Colgate University Bachelor of Arts Boston College High School The Steppingstone Foundation
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