Being In Love

Like two roses intertwined, Two completely separate worlds and minds, We can run, but sadly, we cannot hide,

Outside looking in, it's beautiful, Bearing happiness ever fruitful, From instinct, what's truthful,

But their thorns prick each other, With two paths that never cross one another, Maybe this is the time to rediscover,

Drawing blood for a metaphor's sake, Back to the easel and canvas, a rhetoric take, To overlook a single imperfection or mistake,

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