Love is but a simple rose
Sweetly scented to a gentle nose
Yet a single thorn can p***k your thumb
And most give up, so it has won
But I do not, for I accept this fate
Sometimes you bleed, and then you wait
It soon will heal, like all wounds do
And I’ll still love you, for my love is true.
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