Their love was like a golden grain of sand
That slowly turns into a precious pearl
It was the debut of a butterfly
Whose bold resplendent wings with pride unfurl
And like the perfect petals of a rose
That shyly unveils all her inner charm
Their love was slow to blossom but so strong
They never guessed a storm could do them harm
But there is nothing surer in this world
Than knowing every rose must bloom then die
Unless it is the certainty of this:
True love cannot be based upon a lie
He trusted every word his lover told
And never once believed she was not true
The truth stole all the colour from the flower
Now like his heart the rose has iced to blue
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