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Love's Tangles

July 26, 2013
By Maia Donahue BRONZE, Midland, Michigan
Maia Donahue BRONZE, Midland, Michigan
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Love is the prickled rose,
And I am tangled in its sweet throes.
Love blinds me with its blood-red petals,
Then pierces me with nefarious nettles.
Love’s rose is beautiful, for sure,
If it isn’t always pure.
Too proud for it to set me free,
I will forever be,
In the rose’s captivity.
But like a rose,
It grows,
And grows,
While I am tangled in its sweet throes.



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