Like a blemished rose among the thorns,
so attached to its petals, boldly colored red
and bled for all who touches, close its green
leaf and folds within.
The gods so loyal to its clamor on yonder,
like a familiar ring, romance will bend
their bows and cupids let fly, their painted
flights, while hearts await the thrust deep
within their waiting hearts.
So finely tuned from Heaven itself, love
forever cries from gazing skies with delight,
each passing hour, a spirit will fling itself
upon the earth to enter in and open up, each
broken heart, with romance’s trembling strings.
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