Love is like a rose
with gentle, tender parts,
Slowly it unfolds
and develops in your heart.
Its beauty can't be tamed,
It's as wild as the wind.
Words can never explain
the feelings held within.
You could be cut by a thorn
And your heart would tend to bleed,
Sometimes it will be torn,
But inside is always a new seed.
There will always be a change,
And yet it grows and grows,
Although it may seem strange,
Love is like a rose.
Submitted: June 7th, 2003
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