Rose Bud

Life is a pendulum,

Back and forth it goes,

Until the clock ceases

For eternity.

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Love is beautiful

As a tender bud.

It tastes mostly sweet,

Though sometimes bitter.

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My legs are shaking.

My voice is trembling.

My palms are sweating,

In presence of love.

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Where is my courage?

Is love so fearsome?

The clock's still ticking

In all of this time.

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The timid bud blooms

Into a red rose,

With a sour taste

And merciless thorns.

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My heart is broken.

My love is passing.

But time will go on

Until the clock ceases

For eternity.