Capture a Rose
Love is like a rose, full of thorns but yet so lovely.
A rose oh so pretty, can you capture it all,
The thorns that will pain you, or the petals that fall.
The scent just a teasing, aroma shall lead,
Your hands to the steam, where they just might bleed.
Yet drawn to it firmly, its color and glory,
Shall lead us to find, another love story.
We ponder about its beauty to hold,
Till petals that shrivel, as they grow old,
But the scent carry's on, forever the bloom,
If deep in our hearts we still give it room.....
The thorns that will pain you, or the petals that fall.
The scent just a teasing, aroma shall lead,
Your hands to the steam, where they just might bleed.
Yet drawn to it firmly, its color and glory,
Shall lead us to find, another love story.
We ponder about its beauty to hold,
Till petals that shrivel, as they grow old,
But the scent carry's on, forever the bloom,
If deep in our hearts we still give it room.....
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