The Thorny Rose
It seemed like only yesterday
When our love first bloomed
In the breeze our hearts did sway
By passion we were consumed
But over time our love did wilt
And tears fell through the night
In my heart the thorns of guilt
Bled crimson in morning's light
But like the thorns upon a rose
That sometimes cause us pain
We must be sure that when love grows
To avoid the thorny remains
Though love is blind we often find
That we overlook each others faults
But the rose's thorns does not define
The beauty it exalts
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