My Love Is Like A Rosebud
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My love is like a rosebud
kissed by morning dew.
It's fragrance is so fresh
like the love I gave to you.
And like the tiny rosebud,
So delicate and small,
With just a little love and care
The petals will not fall.
But PLUCK it from it's stem
You can almost hear it cry!
It's as if that tiny rosebud
Knows that it will die.
My love was once that easy
To crush, to wither and kill
But you put a fence around me
And here I'm growing still.
Some of my tiny petals
Are a little worse for wear.
My stem leans over slightly
And thorns are growing there.
I no longer sway so freely
In the gentle summer breeze,
All my petals now are open,
There are holes now in my leaves.
Unlike that tiny rosebud,
I had someone to care.
Although I'm worn and tattered,
I'll know he's always there.
Written by: Chris Hannon
August 26, 2004
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