Love Is

by brittny   Aug 4, 2006


Love is like a rose, some petals die and fall forever and others stay in full color, filling hearts with happiness as for the others they decompose and deep a wound so deep that it could never be healed. They leaved you confused maybe even lost for years. Then the new love restores that fear some have to love again.
Brittny

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