those roses
Those roses
turning from red to blue
settling into an image
not so different from when
I offered them
upon
the altar of love
They are not dying
or losing their appeal
just changing, transforming
the idea is the same
These have no thorns
but our love does
There is blood and pain
along with the valentine
Yet, like the roses
We will persist,
changing
from red to blue and
sometimes
to black and blue
part of the boquet I suppose
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