Thorns With Love
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A butterfly beautiful
Lovely and colorful
Wandered all around
And arose she found
You are sweet and soft
I love you the most
I aspire to touch in you
And feel your lovely hue
But for these spines fatal
I cannot reach your petal
Why you live like this?
It is you I always miss
My dear little butterfly!
I do not want to deny
Path of love is thorny
It’s not easy my honey
If love is your true desire
You must play with fire
Love is not bed of roses
It gives poison’s doses
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