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I compared our relationship
To a beautiful rose.
The beauty of the rose,
Was our feelings toward one another.
The spring had just come,
We bloomed together, as our love grew.
We budded into a fully open rose,
And saw the beauty, each had inside.
We had our share of thorns,
Pricked into out love.
Then as the days passed,
Our love grew cold,
Winter had finally come.
Our rose withered
Under a blanket of ice and snow.
And soon it died.
Though the memories we will always have
No one, not even you,
Can make that rose bloom again.
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