Life is nothing but a rose
With a stem as big as Mt. Rushmore
You may find thorns
That can prick with just one touch
You may think its beautiful,
Like nothing you've ever seen before
But never should you trust
The petals that stare deep into your eyes
The petals that one by one fall
As each day goes by
The last petal falls
Now kiss it goodbye.
This is a sweet piece of work you got here young lady. Very very very deep with the rose talk I like. I see you've got passion, love, beauty, and brains!
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