The white rose is pure as my love for you
It’s pretty and dainty but quite elementary
The ones that are pink shows my admiration
To that one who walks with grace and self-possession
The joy of friendship is like a yellow rose
Satisfying, refreshing, and one to behold.
The blue’s unique, and very secretive
Its love unattainable; to grasp, impossible.
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Death is painful, and to ease with peach flowers
is genuine and true.
Sympathy glares as arranged in a crown.
Red, Oh Red! Roses of Desire,
True Love and Commitment
To eternity is divine.
Roses are signs of emotions of hues
The array of colors spell grief, friendship, and romance
Roses are living, no heart, but has meaning
Every color casts an everlasting feeling. 
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