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Mar 2018
You say I’m a rose,
As beautiful as can be.
Yet, you say your love is like thorns, painful and undeserving.

Don’t you know sweet boy, how beautiful they truly are.
They protect the rose against threats of all kind.

Without the strong thorns you provide me, my rose would be plucked so easily. So, stay on my stem and shelter me from the harsh reality of living in a garden.
Written by
Chelle  30/F/Phoenix
(30/F/Phoenix)   
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