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​​He loved roses.

He told me I was his rose.

A beautiful red rose; 

Each soft petal, was my love, He believed, and he wanted all of them.

I have thorns too, I reminded him.

Thorns to protect our Love, He comforted.

But it was when I finally blossomed, that I realized that I wasn’t the rose he wanted to preserve inside the book of his heart and cherish forever

But the one he wanted to destroy.

 I love her, I love her not; I love her

His heart whispered, with each petal he plucked.

I gave each one of them to him, just for him, to love me NOT.

He’s there loving lilies now,

And here I am now, 

With my thorns, still protecting, what I lost long ago.