Love
Love is like a rose
it blooms
it flourishes
it lives
it is beautiful in the eyes of the beholder
it is life as they know it
the thorns are still there
they hold up love contain, it
wish it bottled up and unknown
frighten people to touch it
for fear of hurt and pain
yet the blossom beckons
yearning to be realized
withholding the power in it
ever so wishing to be released
but in full bloom
can be beautiful and wanted
by many in this world
it is life and it is death
it is until we meet again
