Oh sweet heart
who’s love
carries the curse of
wilted roses.
Too beautiful to be thrown.
Too spent, to be kept.
Too joyous to ignore.
Too heartbroken to be owned.
Roses never given
Oh sweet heart
who’s love
carries the curse of
wilted roses.
Too beautiful to be thrown.
Too spent, to be kept.
Too joyous to ignore.
Too heartbroken to be owned.
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