love is not a room filled with pure light, <br />it is a dirty and grimy alley, that stinks of trash! <br />it is not the rose that blooms in the middle of summer, <br />but the manure the bush was planted in!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-not-the-rose/
