Roses

Hi roses ...
May I touch you ?
Don't worry if I pierced by your thorn, later...
Especially if you think I'll hate you

Hi roses ...
You look like someone,
I introduce him to you as my beloved
Beautiful and charming
Just like you
Don't forget about the thorns
He had it too,
But his thorns isn't visible from the outside

Without touching it, that thorn always hurt me
And not with bloody wound,
Just tears came out,
So often down my cheeks

But I still like him...
I still adore him
And of course stay in the commitment that I and he made together

Although it must be hurt so many times
He is still my real rose
And I'm ... So enjoy it

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