When it all begins
the rose grows
and with each petal
a new love begins
but for each petal
there is a thorn
sorry is brought
so with the petals blooming
and the thorns growing
there is a balance
but I live on a dead rose
where all the buds have fallen
so all that remains is the thorns
all I can do is wait for Spring
my love, Spring, can regrow the petals
silky and red feelings flow again
Yet Spring does not last forever
that is why now still I cannot find her
I cannot find my eternal Spring
but I've heard tales that with love
Spring will be more than eternal
and that the rose with forever bloom
you just need the right gardener
the right love
to be my rose petals

 
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