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You say you can no longer love me,

the warmth of our love is gone,

and now I'm left here,

with a cold and broken heart.

The roses strewn out on the table,

are a symbol of my love.

They are withered and worn,

tattered and torn,

as is my heart.

Once full of life and love,

is now frozen and empty.

A dozen frozen roses,

is all you left me.



~*~ Jill ~*~