Thorns and Roses

My love for you is like a garden filled with blooming roses,                                               Adorning an ethereal charm, veiling in deadliest thorns.

What an idyllic sight to behold, whispered my heart,Indulge in this miracle of life, Take a chance, take a chance.

Miracle? Oh foolish heart , don’t try to trick her again, urged my mind. This is nothing but a mirage, the thorns will prick your flesh and soul akin.

I have bled before, bled enough. Yet again, you are worth the bloodshed, worth the scarring. Let me bleed dear heart, let love flow.


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