There once was a rose, blossoming under the watchful eye of the Thorn....His breath the breath of life to her....her petals soft and opened just for Him...To her the Thorn gave wings and T/together T/they flew....Until one day the Thorn was plucked from the rose...With her heart gone from her she could no longer blossom, her life now bleeding from a broken heart...her soft lucious petals began to fade in color and as the morning dew laid upon her, a soft sigh escaped her, as thoughts of her Thorn flooded through her dying body. Through space and time the Thorn reached out to her and once again she blossomed...His determination to heal her breathed the breath of life back in to her...the petals of the rose reopened and were soft to the touch...The rose florished and she knew deep within her heart, the Thorn had never left her.
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