LOVE IS...
when you gave that rose to me,why didn't you warn me -that it was riddled with thorns?now i lay bruised.each wound -a painful reminderof petals that could've been mine,if...was only i in the wrong?i sought to learn from youwhat loveand lovingwere all about.for i knew not what caringor being cared forwas.but thank you for the lesson:no, i'll never accept rosesand i'll never love again.
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