Love is like a rose,
on first impression, it seems so immaculate,
but underneath is thorns to spear.
Thorns to symbolize the strife
that can cause discomfort between
two souls that seemed so content.
Prick their fingers and their heart
when they get distracted by the false
persona of peace and tranquility.
Yet the glistening drop of
morning dew that is the tears that wash
away the anguish and anxieties of love.
The smooth, soft petals caress the
face of their one true love.
The overwhelming power of love and desire
outshines even the brightest of suns
that makes the rose grow.
Without love...without roses...
the world would be a dark and dismal place,
closed off and torrid until the petals
and the heart open to the sun again.
