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A little rose

Watched over with care

Not a single flaw

Or so it seems



Watch her thorns

You hold her close

In love and in fear

Of loosing her



A drop of blood falls

She's pricked you

So you toss her away

But arrive to hold her again



Prick! Stick! Pain!

Still each time

You drop her

And pick her up once more



All you care for is her beauty

You watch the petals

And make sure she can live

Still you ignore her thorns



Don't you get it!?

They won't go away

Yet you claim you don't care

She's a beauty still



You're blind

She's causing you pain you won't admit

You're blinded once again

And no one knows why



Another prick

Lost sight once mroe

You're blinded

And now people know why



They see it in how you hold her

Can't stand to see her cry

Your blinded once again

But always by love