By Liz Thomas Pattara
Love is like a red red rose,
Beautiful and fragrant,
Treasured by the keeper,
Coveted by the beholder.
Love is as cruel as a rose,
Underneath its beauty lies the thorns,
It can make you bleed,
It can bring you pain.
Love is as fragile as a rose
Planted along the riverside,
The calm waters raise it,
The turbulent waters raze it.
By Liz Thomas Pattara
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