Lovers walked down the slope
hand in hand they had a hope
living together forever in harmony
getting a smooth go as in a symphony.
They want past a bed of roses
The fragrance went into the noses.
They stood there watching its poses.
where they came out with their choses.
Their eyes were full of happiness
Seeing the rose in its chasteness
prompted them to live with closeness
never to get trapped by insidiousness.
They then negotiated a very sharp bend
holding to each other in a supportive lend
they made it through without any faulty trend.
On a cordial note
their sojourn came to an end.
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