She could have asked for anything: Diamonds,Dresses,Dainty Delicacies. But she knew None of those things mattered.She had all she needed:A father's love,A mother's memory,Her beloved books. But there was one thing she wanted,Something so fleeting,And yet so bewitching.No one can truly possess it-At least, not for long,Though it's never stopped themFrom trying.And so, She requested a rose,Hoping to admire The one thing she could never have,Never realizing She was beautiful all along.
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