How like a flower was your love,
Blooming for a season;
Then swept away and lost,
For want of any reason.
Your fragrance - like a rose!
Elegant and heady;
Now the scent has faded,
And my heart, it wasn't ready.
Your lips were soft - like petals,
Your kiss - a sip of honey;
But your soul was made of ice,
You trampled love, for money.
You were bold and beautiful,
Yet the glitter did not last;
You showed your own true colors,
Now the lure and shine is past.
How like a flower was your love,
Here today, then gone the morrow;
And my joy was turned to gloom,
My laughter, turned to sorrow.
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