The rose is a lovely flower
so is a romance until it turns sour
Romance gone thorn
lovers stressed and worn
One maybe wishing the other
was never born
Both left wondering what
the heck they were doing
with their relationship
in the wind blowing

Like two ships on the ocean
trying to deal with the motion
Seems a witch brewed her
evil potion
At first roses were presented
beautiful petals intended
Later on the thorns dented
Seems like a romance rented
Rent being a temp affair
seemly a short breath of air

Until death do us apart
ended up with a broken heart
Love was just great at the start
The beginning can't come back
cause the end is on the attack
Both lovers will be lucky to
escape their disappointing flack
Maybe at the beginning
the devil screamed jack

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