How can a rose be red
When my heart is blue
For you have left
And my petals have fallen
Leaving my stem
No reason to stand
It wilts
In bitter disgrace
Perhaps when we bloomed Our demise became inevitable For even my thorns
Could not shield me
From the scarring pain of loss
Though I should know
Nothing lasts forever
Our beauty no exception
For even the truest of love Can shrivel and die
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