I was handed a red rose.
Each petal perfectly red and smooth.
The stem was long and deep green.
There were no thorns.
The most perfect rose I had ever seen.
I lifted it to my nose and smelled it.
It smelled more sweet than anything I had ever smelled before.
Like sugar but sweeter and as rich as chocolate.
The petals were as smooth as silk and as soft as velvet.
As red as a drop of blood.
As light as a down feather.
As romantic as a sunset or candles.
More romantic than any love song or poem.
Three words were whispered in my ear and I was handed a red rose.
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