Saturday, March 03, 2007

The Rose

A rose is rose
No matter the color
Be it black or white
It still is a flower

A rose is a beauty
One has to ponder
Though thorny and rigid
Favored by lover

Soft to the eyes
Yet not to the touch
A dangerous thorn
Loved very much

A rose is a rose
Worth the pain
A drug of the heart
I'd taste once again

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