A Rose By Any Other Name

I'm I love with the enemy,
Like a story once told,
Where the loved met an infamous doom,
That made our blood run cold,

Love is a fragile little rose,
And without light it'll never grow,
In the light of day,
Older every hour,
So I keep in a box where it'll never show,

I want this love to grow in my heart,
Where it'll never be broken apart,

I want this love to soar and fly,

But there is no such thing,

Because hearts are made to be broken,
And flowers are made to die,

And I know in my heart that this love is more than real,
Because I know that the hole in my heart will never heal,

So as the pieces scatter,
And the petals fall,

I think of my love and how I risked it all,

I think of all the ambition that made me climb that peak,
Only to find that the world wasn't mine to seek,

I think of the avalanche of regret that cushioned my fall,

Only to find that this love wasn't mine at all,
And I know that one day my little rose will get curious and go seeking for the light of day,
And for that very day,
I hope and pray,
That when my rose starts to decay,

And is known as nothing more than coal,
That the lord have mercy on my poor soul.

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