Love by any other name, would it still be as sweet, if not laid bare at one’s heart, emanating the angelic scent of love’s crimson hue? Petals of its essence, remnants of its presence, fragrance of its beautiful exchange. Deep love, a breathtaking flower, blossoming forevermore, love’s endless charm, received with open arms. Roses are red, violets true, but love makes it bloom. Love gives room, love doesn’t presume, its evidence takes form. Its seeds planted, its roots grounded, stems of its innermost. Rivers flow, lives glow, fertile love grows, its purity shows, emblem of its grace. Rosy cheeks, breathless peeks, intimate love speaks. The breadth of love’s perspective, revealing one’s nature. Heart and soul flourishing, profoundly smelling like a rose. This rose, heartfelt willingness to accept, love’s calming verse, evidenced by its ornate balm!
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A Love Story! 
“evidence takes form” ~ Life’s sweetness! Thanks Warren. ✨
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Blessings!
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“Roses are red, violets true, but love makes it bloom.” Love this!🌸
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Blessings
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Deep love…blossoming, flourishing, and breathtaking my friend! 💖🌹🥰 Bloom where you’re planted! 💐
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Absolutely!😊
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Roses are always beautiful when they are red because they profuse love. Beautiful post Warren 🙏
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Thanks!
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You are always welcome 🤗
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True love feels red and passionate! Wonderful post!
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Thanks!
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Beautifully put!
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Thanks!🙏🏽
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