My Love

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My love, a withered rose
As so the story goes

Thorns as sharp as knives, my pain
With oh but nothing to gain

Petals like velvet, the joys we shared
Now nothing but colourless and uncared

Something that was once beautiful, fragrant and velvet like
Now anything but red and now dead, my heart alike

Oh love where have you gone
Can’t you see I’m torn

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