The RoseHave you ever loved a rose,and watched her slowly bloom; and as her petals would unfold, you grew drunk on her perfume.Have you ever seen her dance, her leaves all wet with dew;and quivered with a new romance— the wind, he loved her too.Have you ever longed for her, on nights that go on and on; for now, her face is all a blur, like a memory kept too long.Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns;and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
-Lang Leav
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