A rose is not immortal, it changes and fades.
The color leaves it, once vibrant soft smooth now torn and cracked.
The sore bud bows its head as it starts to shrink and turn dark and lose the
color.
A rose that once symbolizes love and beauty has now lost its glory.
The rose has grown old and is welting as dose love and beauty.
Each pale starts to fall into the darkened obeys.
Paddles that have fallen into the darkness is now forever lost to us never
to be unfound.

The once was beauty has now gone to its forever darkness.
As beauty starts to turn white and pale from the once golden skin of silk.
As the skin starts to sage and reckel, the beauty has now left the
unforsaken corpse.
That once adored by all is now being shunned by all.

The beauty has faded and love is vanishing.
The love that has been shard has turned to depression and sorrow.
There is no more use for love; love is what brings the sorrow.
Love is now no more.
The red that is seen with love is now lettered with blood and tears as fear
takes it over and uses it agents the user.
Love has now become the enemy that is about to be destroyed as it rotes use
with the torment.
Love is now no more.
The rose is not as it seems.

 
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