Love, is like a rose,
Deep inside, has its thorn,
The base is strong, as I suppose,
And its head, is like a french horn.
When you, hold it near your heart,
Near, your beating head,
The thorn, gives strength and hope,
To climbe, to the very top.
Its petals, laps, secrets inside,
Its colour, puts the feelings high.
Its smell, you can never hide,
Gives you hope, to go on, and try…
Love, is like a little rose,
So, keep from it, the very most!
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Well, this one really touched. Very well written