Love
Love
Love is a rose
Love speaks a prose
It fruits make delight
It thorns take a bite
Leaves give a morning clue
Young fresh with autumn dew
Sconed by the sun it shivers too
But till the bitter end it remains true
copyright(c) 2012 godfrey morris
poem by Godfrey Morris
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