In garden of roses
It swayed with the october wind
There may be hints of frown
But damn it stand out so proud
Then it blooms as roses fall
With lips or red and pink
To look away, one does not think
Always looking, afraid to be caught
Feelings flutter, but never taught
Oh if the tulip only know
That I wish to pluck it too
But I loved it too much
To risk it die
So I stand here wait
And watch her bloom
Had the tulip have any clue
Would she share my feelings too?
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