Love
Love is like a red, red rose because it starts off as a small, helpless bud,
It then starts to bloom and shimmer in the morning dew drops,
It opens more and more beautifully as love swirls around it,
It sparkles orange in the sun rise,
It sits still during the day only swaying as the soft, gentle breeze brushes past it,
It turns a hotpink in the evening as the pink, cotton-candy clouds drift by,
It goes a deeper and darker shade of blood-red as the day is coming to an end,
Silence...
There's nothing there.
Just a little red, red rose in a pitch black forest.
All alone...
Surrounded by swishing, jade-green, black barked, trees.
It then slowly, sadly shrivels up and dies.
And ruthlessly takes the passionate love with it.......
That is bitter-sweet love.......
Love is like a red, red rose because it starts off as a small, helpless bud,
It then starts to bloom and shimmer in the morning dew drops,
It opens more and more beautifully as love swirls around it,
It sparkles orange in the sun rise,
It sits still during the day only swaying as the soft, gentle breeze brushes past it,
It turns a hotpink in the evening as the pink, cotton-candy clouds drift by,
It goes a deeper and darker shade of blood-red as the day is coming to an end,
Silence...
There's nothing there.
Just a little red, red rose in a pitch black forest.
All alone...
Surrounded by swishing, jade-green, black barked, trees.
It then slowly, sadly shrivels up and dies.
And ruthlessly takes the passionate love with it.......
That is bitter-sweet love.......
Please write a comment about what you think and thanks for reading!! mrgreen mrgreen
Ellis
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