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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometimes love has thorns It pricks, it rips You mourn Your mind is worn Your heart is torn Waiting for love to be reborn Surrounded by the flame of my desire Amidst dancing shades of orange and blue My soul emits the warmth of a glowing fire My hearts energy still connected to you With purpose and passion We began our new life Not always in fashion You made me your wife There's been laughter and tears Throughout multiple years Some conquered fears Others that steadfastly adheres Sometimes love has thorns It pricks, it rips You mourn Your mind is worn Your heart is torn Waiting for love to be reborn I have seen how love can morph With nowhere else to go Emotions that dwindle and dwarf When couples refuse to grow How could I ever acknowledge that age would interject Remove me from your memory How could I even suspect Surrounded by the flame of my desire My heart is on fire, my head has crashed Where will I find the love I require from the man I admire , our children you sired Sometimes love has thorns It pricks, it rips You mourn Your mind is worn Your heart is torn Waiting for love to be reborn Mosaic pieces of the puzzle from our interlocked past... Surely that has to be enough to last Come back to my languished heart Press the reset button to start Sometimes love has thorns It pricks, it rips You mourn Your mind is worn Your heart is torn Waiting for love to be reborn
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