As a rose,
Twists and twines,
To fit it's,
Host in life.

A heart does the same,
It twists itself,
To live and feed,
on its love Divine.

Once plucked from soil it dies,
As does it's host in life,
As a partnership in love,
Dies.

Without the heart,
The partner dies,
They both live in lies.
The Rose and love Divine.

Sweet rose,
Sweet sword,
Sweet heart,
Sweet love Divine.

As they twist,
As they twine,
As they find,
They're love Divine.
 
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