A love like this
A love like this
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The course of this love,
Is all creases and curves,
Where the folds hide coyly,
The secrets of the bud,
And
The blooming pain,
Of it's magical transformation,
To a charming pink rose.
And reveal with aplomb,
It's silky countenance.
Yet concealing it's scars,
And
An unsaid pain,
Of a short existence,
Diffused in it's ecstatic fragrance,
Making lovers wonder,
What stays in love?
And what fades away?