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neesh Roses mean music to me.

I named my flute Rose,
for though she has no petals or thorns,
she blossoms.
Beautiful, sleekly silver and suggestive,
as I arch my slender fingers around her,
she sings.

My lover is a singer of such natural ease and beauty
that singing unthinkingly as she cooks,
She moves me and I am content.
She is my rose, the most unique flower in all the world.

I do not arch my fingers around her,
but I do often wrap my arms around her,
for she is my weeping rose,
and unlike Rose, who is hers, and the pink rose I found today
(any other colour would be silly I’m told),
she is in my keeping and mine to keep.
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