I suppose,
that love is like a rose.
It's a roses duty,
to display its beauty.
It's loves main goal,
to comfort our heart and soul.

Rose thorns hurt when they stick,
at times love puts us in a trick.
Love sometimes we have to savor,
or we'll miss out on it's delicious flavor.
To enjoy the rose we have to
get past it's prick,
so goes loves eke.

Oh what messy web we weave,
when we use love to decieve.
True love is the best thing going,
unless we're a rose in the wind blowing.
No dumb stupid proposes,
just twelve beautiful roses.
From the heart,
is a great love start.

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