Rose Bush
Love is like a rose bush.
Winter comes and you think it has died.
But blooms again,
for it has only dried.
Some have thorns,
so handle love with care.
Cause a rose won't be a rose
and love won't be love.
If thorns weren't there.
Copyright © Shantal V.D Westhuizen | Year Posted 2011
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