The Lover's Songster/Just Like Love

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Just Like Love.

JUST like love is yonder rose,
Heavenly fragrance round it throws;
Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose,
And in the midst of briars it blows,
⁠Just like love.
Cull'd to bloom upon the breast,
Since rude thorns the stem invest,
They must be gather'd with the rest,
And with it to the heart be press'd,
⁠Just like love.
And when rude hands the twin buds sever,
They die—and they shall blossom never,
—Yet, the thorns be sharp as ever,
⁠Just like love.