Physical beauty shouldn't deceive you. Beauty of character is what matters most in love relationships. Lust is shallow. Love is deep. This is a poem on lamentations or expressions of grief. It is not me not anybody else either. It is just fiction
You good looking Rose
With a cord of passion
Your beauty struck me
But in trying to pick you
I got hurt in my finger
I saw blood in the sand
I didn't know you had a thorn
Had I not listened to my heart
I wouldn't have felt this pain
I deliberately ignored my head
Next time I must be careful
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
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How so very true!