Love and Roses so alike,
of burning passion oh so bright,
prickled by thorns of desire,
crimson heartbreak sparks Hades’ fire.
Red are Roses and vain Love.
Please my spirit’s dying dove.
My Love is now a dying Rose,
into the Earth my lust goes.

"I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living." ~ Dostoevsky
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