Rose Over Seas

A short romance story that I had to write for English, curse that teacher :P


A bullet wound expands like a summer bloom, a summer bloom that dies once cut down. Love is like a sweet breeze that ends all to soon and leaves you baking in the intense sun. Love is something that can never be healed 'Until death do us part' is not when love parts, for everyday after the heart feels heavy and aches. Love is the most painful wound that can be afflicted upon someone's being, love is the worst feeling in the world for it tears you down and leaves you to suffer.

Love is hard to live with and even harder to loose, love is more then the attraction to someone. Love is the soft touch of intertwining fingers, love is the completion of a soul, love is the feeling of two beings merging as one.

Love is never ending. 

The End

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