Gloire de Dijon
When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
And the sunbeams catch her
Glistening white on the shoulders,
While down her sides the mellow
Golden shadow glows as
She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts
Sway like full-blown yellow
Gloire de Dijon roses.
She drips herself with water, and her shoulders
Glisten as silver, they crumple up
Like wet and falling roses, and I listen
For the sluicing of their rain-disheveled petals.
In the window full of sunlight
Concentrates her golden shadow
Fold on fold, until it glows as
Mellow as the glory roses.
— D.H. Lawrence
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Neil Young - Love Is A Rose (Official Audio)
Love is a rose
But you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine
A handful of thorns and
You'll know you've missed it
You lose your love
When you say the word "Mine"I wanna see what's never been seen
I wanna live that age old dream
Come on, lass, we can go together
Let's take the best right now
Take the best right now I wanna go to an old hoe-down
Long ago in a western town
Pick me up if my feet are draggin'
Give me a lift and I'll hay your wagon
Love is a rose
But you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine
A handful of thorns and
You'll know you've missed it
You lose your love
When you say the word "Mine"
Mine, mine
Love is a rose, love is a rose
Love is a rose, love is a rose
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Our Lady in a garland of roses. Giovanni Battista Salvi da Sassoferrato
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A Rose is an early 20th-century painting by American artist Thomas Anshutz
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The Soul of the Rose, sometimes known as My Sweet Rose, was completed by John William Waterhouse in 1908
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