if your love for me
is that of a fresh red rose
that breathes life in the sun
and gives happiness to all
what happens when that one red rose
begins to wither and die
does you love for me die with it
does its beauty lie
do i become a picture of remaining beauty
or just a reminisence of what was
the fresh red rose
giving happiness to all
but now it dies
and with it our love falls



*n.b. my poems do not have punctuation or capitilization because it is not
needed, they can be implied how they want. i am not just bein lazy, i know
how to do these things*
 
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