Love can be a rose,
But then also a thorn.
It can leave you full and together,
or completely torn.
My thought of love is this,
It doesn't really exist.
Except for those stupid loves,
That leave us thinking like this.
Now you may think I'm wrong,
Your love for someone may be strong.
But wether love is really true,
Is not up to me
But it's up to you.
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