Growth of a Rose
Roses are grown.
Grown to remind us.
Us who always wanted to know the answer.
Answer to all our problems.
Problems that have arisen because of our faults.
Faults we wish we could undo.
Undo to mend our relationships.
Relationships that were so beautiful and precious.
Precious just like roses.
Roses that we now grow to remind us of what could have been.
Been if we had only known the answer was love.
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