A rose lives strong at first. Standing high and graceful, beautiful, and bold. Slowly the rose looses it's strengh to go on. Proud as it was it slowly wilts. Petal by petal it looses its beauty, and grace. Petal by petal day by day. The rose looses and now must pay. Pay the debt in which it owed, To its creater, the man so bold. The rose looses it beauty and pride, In the glass vase she does abide. Touched by an angel, Filled with grace, It passes on, To the lovly place.
Reason for writing:
I think this one is dumb but i wrote it cause i have a long lost love gone!!!!!!!!
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