Such a lovely rose it was
That day we proclaimed our love
Hearts beating fast
Let this moment last
The flower grew
With each thing we would do
But little did we know
The thorns started to grow
Pricking its way to you
Pushing me out of your view
Our love was pretty but sharp
You only saw the rose
But as the saying goes
Every rose has its thorns.
And that I believe
Is what made us torn.
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