A rose, the “symbol of love”
Is smelt fondly by the happy lover,
Content by the love she receives,
A tender show of her acceptance.
But the rose feels no love, for being itself.
A rose, the “symbol of love”
Is held between the teeth by a lover
Passionate, as he holds his lover by the waist
And they move to the rhythm, as they dance.
Still, the rose feels no love for who it is.
A rose, the “symbol of love”
Is subject to abuse by the unsure lover,
As she plucks each petal and wonders
About her future with her love, together.
And the rose feels no love at all.
A rose, the “symbol of love”
Gets it’s own and only taste of true love
When it is a part of it’s shrub
A bud, or in full bloom, irrelevant.
With the lover and provider of it’s life
It feels truly cared for….
That was really nice ^^ Im glad you put those thoughts rattling around in your brain to good use =P
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