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Are roses truly like love?
Both are sweet,
Beautiful and desirable,
But sometimes painful,
However no rose lasts for long,
Their fragrance will fade with time,
All roses must wither and die,
But love doesn't need to be like this,
Love can be long lasting,
Eternal, powerful,
Love is worth more than a rose.
Both are sweet,
Beautiful and desirable,
But sometimes painful,
However no rose lasts for long,
Their fragrance will fade with time,
All roses must wither and die,
But love doesn't need to be like this,
Love can be long lasting,
Eternal, powerful,
Love is worth more than a rose.
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Message is thoughtful and beautifully phrased.