Love of a Rose
True love will grow.
Like the bud of a rose.
Careful with the stem.
The thorn will sting you in the end.
Your love will always sing.
When the rose starts opening.
Open in full bloom.
Souls do reach the moon.
When the flower starts to die.
Please don’t start to cry.
Because nothing last forever.
Except for true love in our heart-
And minds
Together.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2012
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