The Rose of My Ardor
Your light shone but once,
sprouted my rose of ardor,
the rose soon to wilt.
In plentiful bloom,
is our chemical romance,
beautiful yet beastly.
Bleeding our love:
petals the shade of yesterday's misery.
My heart full of thorns.
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