The love of rose

I loved a rose,

forgetting that Rose has thron,

which would cut my hand & give me pain

& suffer…

The rose looked gorgeous,

smell was dilisious,

but I found it was not natural,

it was just made with plastic,

the smell of rose was just artificial,

It was just a show piece, it has nothing special…

To love a rose is always one-sided,

It never loves you back,

It don’t say I love you return,

except pain you don’t get anything from rose…


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