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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Rose |
| Author: | whatever |
| Date Submitted: | 12/30/2007 |
| Poem: |
I used to be a vibrant, vivid red rose, Thorns have robbed me of life I suppose, My flower is limited by the strength of my seed, My leaves are withered and love's what I need, If I were nurtured, would I be more lovable? Will they ever see me as even acceptable? The beauty of the rose was there to behold, Will it be warmed by sun or killed by cold? No-one can tell me just what lies ahead, Please love this rose, be she alive or dead. I know not where to find love, where to start, And so my rose exists without any heart.... |