A rose

A rose reminds me of love,
Because it looks so beautiful
But when you feel the prick of it's thorns,
You realise it's so cruel.

A rose draws you in
With it's smell to satisfy,
But then the petals fall away
and it begins to die.

A rose is like love,
because it will never stay,
It will be their one minute
and the next it'll rot away.