Love is like a red red rose
But like a rose, can whither and die
For sometimes, love is not love at all
But something shallow, shadow of love
Something that can hold on
Blind you to their faults
Until they’re perfect in your eyes
And then, a mistake
An easily fixed problem
A miscommunication
And suddenly it dissolves
For it was never love at all
But an infatuation
Something that was doomed to fail before it even started.
But like a rose, can whither and die
For sometimes, love is not love at all
But something shallow, shadow of love
Something that can hold on
Blind you to their faults
Until they’re perfect in your eyes
And then, a mistake
An easily fixed problem
A miscommunication
And suddenly it dissolves
For it was never love at all
But an infatuation
Something that was doomed to fail before it even started.
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