A Heart is a Heart
By Cinara
A Heart is a Heart A heart is a heart and a rose is a rose A heart is still fragile however it grows It loses its grace in the seasons of time Then blooms once again to its glorious prime So tenderly rosebuds are nourished at first Abundantly showered with loving at birth When the arbor is full and the shoots thickly grown It’s assumed that the rose can survive on its own A heart’s like a rosebud, it beckons the eye To know the full measure of beauty inside But a rose is a rose and will always possess Those fragile soft petals as velvety dress So easily damaged and shredded apart Please handle with care, for a heart is a heart Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 09:46 PM PST 0 • 8
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