Roses bloom in the sun Yet does passion? Roses wilt in too much son Yet does passion? Or does passion bloom, Like the soft Morning Glory. The Glory, purple and gold, Of life. Roses bloom in the soft light, Yet the Morning Glorys bloom in the early dawn. Passion is the love of the rose, With the faith of the Morning Glory. Or so I've been told.
Reason for writing:
I was listening to music and it just...um...inspired me!! I was bored, and it merely came out!
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