Le Fleur

Where Lilacs’ grow their prettiest,

Where birds sing their sweetest;

There lies a fragile rose,

A May flower, she’s called.

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Throughout the years she grew sublime;

Her petals bloomed, her beauty shines.

Gifted with goodness and charm,

She’s adorned with praises and warmth.

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Even time can’t let her wither.

Allured are they that notice her.

A flower raised with love,

She’s a beauty, all eyes should see.

^{pour ma soeur}