Love is like a Rose

Love is like a Rose,
Beautiful when in bloom,
But after death only serves the crows,
And after dead can spell out DOOM.

Like water breaking through the Levy,
Pouring out so harsh and heavy,
Spit from the mouth at an alarming rate,
Much like words of pain and hate.

Tears shed at ones own cost,
Feeling that all hope is lost.
Waiting for the pain to ebb,
Not knowing they are soon to be dead.

Ever so delicate, ever so fragile,
Very beautiful for a while.
Like a figure made of glass,
But when tipped will fall and smash.

Love is like a rose,
The color of blood that flows,
Waiting always, ever still.
Perched atop the highest hill.

Love is like a rose,
Waiting to shrivel up and die.
This is how all beautiful things, as everyone knows,
Say Goodbye.