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Roses are red, violets are blue. Love seems like something totally cruel. Hearts are broken and minds are fooled. Why do we get fooled and say it's all cool ? Love is a nightmare that runs in her days . Loving and trusting is source to her pains , Bitterly treated by quotes and texts. . . she sees none of these as truly a fact . Tell me , wont you be open to change? Do things finally your way ? Paint yourself a perfect picture ? Sadly, perfect never exists in our picture . I do hope that light finds your eyes... give you hope in this world that is large. My dream is of you being fine Cause I do see that you really have tried . Love should be something you weren't to doubt , Yes it's a risk and so is doubt , Will you be happy when love finds her love ? You never know where your happiness lies . Tell me , dear friend If I will I be loved ? Will I forget the pains of being loved ? Is there a reason why I should love ? Or is it just because I'd like to laugh ? I hope I'll find the answers . Already saw that love knows no master . So if I do become a monster. . . just know , I was once a lover . . .