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What loves to be.
All the love that history knows
Is said to be in every rose.
yet all I found were just these two
Now I present them both to you.
The white rose whispers passion
The red rose breaths of love.
The red rose is a falcon and
the white rose is a dove.
With these two together
They'll make it through the night
Through the cold and blistering winds
The falcon holds the dove so tight.
A single rose alone, if only it could speak
Slowly begins to wilt and dies within a week.
A rose is like a person
Lonely it wont survive
you give a rose a partner
And it starts to come alive.
They'll live as one together
Even after there leafs begin to fall
petal after petal, with no regrets at all.
By darkheartmagic
© 2013 darkheartmagic (All rights reserved)
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