Love is Like a Rose
Love is like a rose
It starts off fresh, beautiful
standing strong,
but as the life of it increases
the strength decreases
the scent begins to sour;
peddles begin to wilt.
In effort to salvage
the dying soul of
the flower
it gets put upside down in
hope it will revive.
It may hold its body
but everything else dies.
The peddles turn as black
as ones heart and the
scent is no longer apparent.
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