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Thorned Roses for Free

Love doesn't start superbly;
Courtship is to climb the thorns.
From every rose that you give,
Truly a test to persist.

Angel's heart could be broken,
Poor man's pocket could be broke.
Why not plant flowering trees,
If you want your warmth to bloom.

Roses wrapped from abaca;
Sweetheart's hands, safe from prickles.
It's good to see spikes weren't cut,
Yes, it hurts, yet there's still love.
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