The rose a symbol of their love,
It was the same love that brought them through some pretty dark stuff.
It was the love they could never have enough of.
It was the love, one had died for,
It was the heart, that stopped beating like a rainstorm, in a heavy downpour.
The rose, a beautiful image, when in bloom.
The rose, a mournful image, when someone is taken away so soon.
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