I am like a blooming rose,
slowly overcoming winter.

I am the one who tickles your nose,
moreover the one who becomes a splinter.

It is you whom I froze,
when in your life I did enter.

It seems as if the rain grows,
when I become an inter.

I am the one and only rose,
who will break through life's winter.

For who am I? The answer no one knows,
nevertheless, for I am love, life's true center.


 
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