| My Love is like a Rose |
| My love is like a rose Crumpled and rotten Forgotten on a gravesite Now that the family Graduated from grief A pearl of white mold feeds Off a crumpled red leaf Birds cackle in the distance Rain drizzles Many People have written: �Love is like a rose� Roses are perennial Ours was annual |
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