A rose

I loved a rose,
forgetting that Rose has thorn,
which would give pain and suffer.

The rose looked gorgeous,
smell was delicious,
it’s not natural,
it was just made with plastic,
the smell of rose was just artificial,
It’s a show piece, had 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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