My love for you is like that of a rose,
Your beauty everlasting

You’re remarkable when in bloom,
And cherished when withering,

You hold significance and memories,
You often remind one with out warning.

You’re delicate and fragile,
And so stubborn and unjust.

You steal the attention,
While your grounded, and even after your gone.
 
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