 | Well this is definition of Love, my love...
Every love is different, just like every rose,
Some more red/passionate than others,
Some have more thorns,
Some are more lively,
Some die,
Some live for days on end,
Some are beautiful,
Some are just beginning to blossom,
Others are more open,
Some are plastic/fakes,
Some need more water,
Some are plucked out from underneath,
Some are given away,
Some are thrown out,
Some shrivel up and die,
Others just dry out,
Everyone wants to recieve a rose,
Everyone wants to give others their rose,
Everyone wants a rose that is beautiful,
fragrant,
lively,
But whatever the case, a rose is a rose,
And any kind of love, is still a love.
My rose however is unique.
It is not red, it is not thorny,
It isn't anything special or over the top,
But it's mine and I love it.
My rose is blossoming,
It has been given to me by my special someone,
He has made sure to not take it away from it's surroundings,
He did not pluck it from the earth,
He has made sure it was not grown with pesticides,
And he has planted it just for me.
My rose does not over consume,
Although it can be very greedy at times,
It does not need too much special attention,
But it is nice to admire it every once in a while.
It is not in some gl*ss case where no one can reach it,
It is not in a over the top, expensive vase,
It is kept somewhere where I can always see it,
Where I can always touch it,
Where I can cherish it.
My rose, my love it is an everlasting gift that I will keep forever Even if it dries out one day, I will keep it with me always & forever...
Written by mssdianamay
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