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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