The Scarlet Rose Poem

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In the garden, red and bold,
A scarlet rose, a story told.
Its petals, crimson, soft and fine,
A symbol of love, a precious sign.
With thorns that guard its beauty rare,
A reminder that love's not always fair.
Its fragrance sweet, a heady scent,
A treasure found, a heart's lament.
Its color vivid, passion's flame,
A symbol of desire, a burning claim.
But hidden deep within its hue,
A tale of love, both old and new.
For though it blooms in crimson bright,
It holds secrets, dark as night.
A scarlet rose, a mystery profound,
A symbol of love, both lost and found.