Love is like a rose <br />good to hold and smell <br />but then that rose begins to die <br />and you go through hell <br /> <br />One thing you should know my friends <br />is that love can scorn <br />and just like life <br />every rose has it's thorns. <br /> <br />but as the rose you hold <br />withers and fades away <br />another rose has appeared <br />and your pains is taken away. <br /> <br />This cycle of life <br />no one will ever know <br />why we would fight amongst ourself <br />for that one single rose <br /> <br />And even though we try <br />to let our pain go <br />we can't do it <br />without that rose<br /><br />shelbie bozeman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-the-rose/
