Love is like a soft and supple rose
budding in the yellow rays of sunlight
To mix the warmth with rain shall expose
a natural beauty of scent and sight
As with True Love blooms trust and modesty,
Salty tears can melt a love's icy heart.
While falling to the arms of honesty
allures comfort, never drifting apart.
A rose's breath is gone in a heartbeat,
moments of fame in a gold liaison,
the frost takes its life and slumber defeats.
The blossom retires for winter's season.
As buds are wakened by the kiss of spring,
Love returns to all who are nurturing.
