Love is a rose,
That is the famous saying.
It's aroma is sweet and distinct.
Some breeds are quick to bloom,
With loud bursts of short-tempered life and vibrant colors.
Others are slower
And require much fuss and hard work to coax them to a bud.
The thorns are numerous and razor tipped,
Expert tools at pricking the flesh of the young
And my hands are shredded to ribbons
In my eager plucking deep within these gardens of blood.
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