Love is like a rose
a pleasant touch and good to hold
as its beauty will eventually unfold.
Its breathtaking scent gives off a fragrance
that captures one's attention
and releases heartfelt tension.
But when that rose smell
starts to die the fragrance
begins to reek like hell.
Then you become scorned
with hurt like a rose stem
filled with thorns
However, as the rose you embrace begins to wither
and fade away, another rose appears
with colorful cheers.
The pain slowly dies away and
the life cycle of the heart’s evolution
will start over to a brand new day.
Even as we try to let our pain go,
our life feeling complete because we don’t give
the rose the ability to grow.
(c) By Naomi Johnson