The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.
There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.

Oh very beautiful, dear Raffaello!
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Happy you like it, dear Giannis!!
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Absolutely delightful.
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Thank you!!
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Lovely and sweet.. 🙂
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Thank you very much!!
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You’re welcome, it was lovely readying your verse with my tea.
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And I wrote the post while sipping mine …
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Cheers
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