Fair flowers there are with fragrant scent,
And charming blooms one loves to see,
But only one has roused my heart-
It is the rose you gave to me.
My flowers of hope may turn to dust,
Or fade away from memory,
But the heart that loves shall never forget
The one who gave the rose to me
And charming blooms one loves to see,
But only one has roused my heart-
It is the rose you gave to me.
My flowers of hope may turn to dust,
Or fade away from memory,
But the heart that loves shall never forget
The one who gave the rose to me
Pio G. DE Castro
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