Love How I See It
To love is like holding a freshly cut untrimmed rose ..... you would never want to
drop or lose such a beautifil thing. so you hold it tightly,but the tighter you squeeze the
deeper the thorns cut in to your flesh...you endure the pain until the point comes when you
must losen your grip and in turn the rose falls to the ground but, as time passes and the
bleeding stops you try to forget,but then you look at your hand and the scars remind you of
the beauty that comes with the pain and you pick the rose back up.
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