We are all but a rose
Magnificent creatures
The Queen of Flowers
What about these draw so many?
The mysterious connection to romance?
A symbol of tragedy?
Or the fact that it shows who we are as a whole
Beautiful in the inside
Petals blooming
Petals blooming, red passion burning
When life starts to dwindle
So do our parts
Falling and placing themselves at nature's mercy
Thorns thrust to protect us
But not always do they succeed
We are all delicate, fierce lovers of the world
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