All Love Bleeds Red
Red are the petals of happy roses, sad roses.
Emotions, the rose brings to life the last depth.
Life is a time, just as the life of a rose.
Stems with thorns. Thorns with stems.
When pricked by the rose of love, we all bleed the same.
Love is a rose. Roses do hurt.
Here and there.
The love dies without compassion and care.
In the end, we are all left bleeding, scarlet like a rose.
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