The Rose
A Rose is oh so beautiful- How our love used to be,
I was infatuated by its lovliness- I Forgot the thorns of thee,
But when I went to grasp it tight- And was cut right to the core,
The next time that I see a rose- I'll remember to love no more.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2010
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