So pure you are so full of unbirthed life
So sweet and seculent, you take breath away
So untouched and delicate
Loved and held with poise and care
Your thorns stick out sometimes but the love of your beauty makes this disapear
Loving until your death, the love and light that you bring
Can't begin to notice your bud has spread its wings
No longer a beauty but begins to disenagrate, you will always be loved
no room for hate
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