Our love was like a rose in bloom,
With petals soft and colors bright.
But hidden thorns lay beneath, assume,
And soon the petals started to lose their light.
We never talked about our fears,
The doubts and questions we held inside.
We thought that love would make things clear,
But soon our hopes and dreams began to divide.
He promised change, to make things right,
But his words never became action true.
And every time he broke his promise, in sight,
The pain and hurt deepened, and love withdrew.
But still, the love remains, untarnished and true,
A spark of hope in the midst of the pain.
For though we never talked things through,
Our love remains, undiminished, never to wane.
And in my heart, I still hold the hope,
That love can conquer all, and make things right.
That we can talk, and learn to cope,
And find a way to hold on tight.
For though our love may be wounded,
It still burns with a passion, bright and true.
And though we never talked, we remained rooted,
In a love that's worth fighting for, me and you.
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