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The Unyielding Rose
The rose petals color drained, as my eyes tearfully pained, over how I failed to maintain A bed worthy of thorns contained No gardens lush, where beauty bloomed, Unyielding, lost, my dark heart entombed, Each fragrant breath, putrids perfumed, Now, just whisps of a florist doomed The dry thorns, razor sharp, a warning strong, Guard deadly blooms where love doesn't belong, In my haste, I wrought the bouquet wrong, and watched as life was reaped, swiftly by the throng With every year, a memory fades, Of sunlight's kiss in gentle glades, Can roots revive in shaded trades, Or will we mourn what time evades? Oh, teach me how to plant anew, With tender hands, a heart that's true, To grow of the earth in a vibrant hue, and cherish thorns whose sting l never knew In every bud, a tale very few conceive, Of broken dreams, of hearts that grieve, For the Rose, it speaks of love's reprieve, In petals, soft, dare we believe.
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