ruby turned brown, green to wither.

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Anyone can love a rose, but who will love the leaf?

Simplistic, plain, boring,

who will love the leaf? 

Everyone loves the roses, the red petals that 

eventually fall. 

Because not all beauty lasts.  sometimes, none at all.  

But who will love the withering green, 

or the ruby red turned brown? 

Beauty is only temporary, 

true love is forever, and now. 

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