On Love
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Michael Phan, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2012
Love is like a rose
Red, vibrant but hard to read
It swells from a seed
Sown in depths of supple soil
And nurtured from the first spoils
Soon it will blossom
But first it must bear the cold
Of the harsh blizzard
Sweeping, stopping, freezing all
It must survive all of this
To truly become a rose.