Red Roses

Red roses,
petals soft like silk.
Drops of water lay upon them.
They smell so sweet and fresh.
Red roses represent love,
yet the roses die.
Does that mean love will die with them?
Or will love live beyond them,
to never die?
My mind runs around the question.
Will my question be answered?
Or is it meant to be unanswered,
to run around in the mind to make you think?

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