Roses are red,
With an addicted smell.
But love can make it a snake.
Venomous that can kill a sweet and caring lady.
We love it to smell,
But little did we know.
A boy already captured our broken hearts.
Roses are a sweet kind of gift,
To an innocent pretty lady.
It describes a mans love,
But maybe the rose is weak,
So the day the rose died,the mans love also died.
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