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Rose

What if I named you Rose,
Not a yellow or a peach rose,
But just a plain rose,

Would you quit behaving like a chameleon on the loose? 

What if I labelled you as Rose,
Not a wilted or a blooming rose,
But just a simple rose,

Would you let go of your habit of cherry-picking?

What if I called you Rose,
Not a summer or a winter rose,
But a good old rose,

You would still find a degree of comparison, wouldn’t you?

~Poem 24

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Or am I making assumptions?
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: We heart it)

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