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LOTs91 replied on Permalink
The Dying Rose
My love, My love, My love
It's like a dying rose
My love, My love, it barely grows
My love is sweet, all thorns with no petals
My love is fleet, once bloom but now withers
Death has a magnificent beauty that life brings it
A toxic sea just watch how her roots quivers
Watch how it shakes and her loins that is the ground breaks
Her water has turned and became taunted with emotions that are foreign
Strange to the eye must I oblige
Must I go forth and endure such love
My love, my love, die I must say
For death travels in such strange ways
Her sins that live inside of her steam
Must her roots continue to supply her with nourishment
Must I be the grardner who continually tend to her needs
The strength that she needs
No, they must deny letting me watch my love die
Letting my love go, not letting my feelings show
Once smitten but now is the time
To go our seprate ways and letting fate deciede
My love, My love, the rose that was derprived
Oh how I enjoy this non enthusiast ride for my love hasn't died....
LOTs91 replied on Permalink
The Dying Rose
My love, My love, My love
It's like a dying rose
My love, My love, it barely grows
My love is sweet, all thorns with no petals
My love is fleet, once bloom but now withers
Death has a magnificent beauty that life brings it
A toxic sea just watch how her roots quivers
Watch how it shakes and her loins that is the ground breaks
Her water has turned and became taunted with emotions that are foreign
Strange to the eye must I oblige
Must I go forth and endure such love
My love, my love, die I must say
For death travels in such strange ways
Her sins that live inside of her steam
Must her roots continue to supply her with nourishment
Must I be the grardner who continually tend to her needs
The strength that she needs
No, they must deny letting me watch my love die
Letting my love go, not letting my feelings show
Once smitten but now is the time
To go our seprate ways and letting fate deciede
My love, My love, the rose that was derprived
Oh how I enjoy this non enthusiast ride for my love hasn't died....