A rose blowing in the breeze,
Much like my love for you,
A rose that starts out as a bud,
and blossoms into a magnificent creation,

The love we share,
Started out just as small,
And slowly blossomed,
Into what many struggle to find,

Blowing free in the breeze,
Showing off its beauty,
Opening its pedals to the world,
Taking in the sun,

But a pedal falls,
And the nights grow colder,
As time passes it by,
More pedals begin to fall,

Until one day,
Much like the rose,
We lose our pedals of beauty,
And inside I wither up,
And die,
 
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