Poetry

Amber Rose (#302)

There are thorns with every rose,
But it’s this one that I chose,
A beautiful one to inhale and view,
Yet I knew what I was getting into,
The thorns can occasionally sting,
But such happiness does she bring,
For 10,000 cuts I would gladly take,
Even still she’ll never be a mistake,
She can be delicate yet wild,
Not to mention sassy and mild,
I adore my little amber rose,
It’s her that I chose.

Any Thoughts?

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