Lust GardenA Poem by paradiseThey say A rose always represents love But why a rose Roses start off pretty and frresh until time starts to pass
Roses die and wither They turn grey and petals fall
Love starts off pretty and new It gets old and confusing
Thus love must die too? © 2011 paradiseAuthor's Note
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