True Love is Not A Rose

Love, as it is said, is like a rose,
with its thorns, it hurts if your not careful,
it blossoms, beautiful, then it dies,
but true love is a rose,
an eternal rose, that will last in a beautiful blossom forever,
never to wilt,
never to die,
never stop looking so beautiful,
it might hurt you sometimes, with its thorns,
but those thorns, like magic,
heal your wounds quickly & not so painfully as love,
so know you know,
the difference between love & true love.

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OLD POEM!
Years old. =O

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