The Love of A Red Rose

Your Love is like a Rose with Thorns I am not sure what I see is the Red of Your Rose Or the Red of my Blood Because I am not sure if my hands touched the Rose Or the Thorns -------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Love You is to Love a Red Rose The Red of my blood blend in so well With the Red of Rose Because every time my hands reach out for your Heart All they hold are the scorching thorns on the Rose ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll write to you when I can But the ink will be my blood Because these hands bleed every time they reach out Reach out for You --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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