I compare our love
To that of a rose, fragile and gentle.
Though now your love burns,
burns with the intencity of a thousand and one suns,
As you begin to open up
I begin to understand
Every little mistake you've done
you've place trust within my hands
Trust that I shall never let go.
Though the Rose that is our love
continues to open and grow,
Blooming more eligant each day
The more you say the less I wish to know.
Our love has now reached is breaking point.
Our Rose is at full bloom.
Though that may be so, it can only take so much.
I feel as thought the end is coming very, very soon
Our Rose now falling apart.
One petal followed by another.
Soon our love has disappeared
Along with the belated summer.
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