Love..
Its like a delicate rose
Freshly picked off the vine
You have to put time and patience into it
Trying to keep it from dying
Beautiful to have..yes..
But be careful,
Don't hold on too tightly,
You'll crush the precious rose
But don't let it go either
Because you might just lose it forever
You have to hold on just right..
Just tight enough so the rose is unharmed.
And with the slightest hint of withering
We begin to worry..
Will this rose die today?
Or will it stay strong
And try to make it another day?
Even though we already know
That the rose will eventually wither away
We pray that it last forever
