The Rose of Love By:Gen1900
Love is like a red red rose ;
It grows, it withers, it dies ;
The petals open to embrace you and trap your heart with one try.
During the summer it blooms into the strongest flower ;
Then as winter grows near it cowers.
Soon all is lost and the rose is no more;
And it leaves you broken with a heart that is so very sore.
But soon a new bloom arrives in the rainy days of spring;
You are afraid at first……yet glad at what it might bring.
So you accept at once and let the rose take you;
At last love finds you! And it says for the very first time, “I love you too.”
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