Love is like a rose good to hold and smell
but then that rose begins to die
and you go through hell
One thing you should know my friends
is that love can scorn
and just like life
every rose has it's thorns.
but as the rose you hold
withers and fades away
another rose has appeared
and your pain is taken away
This cycle of life
no one will ever know
why we would fight amongst ourselves
for that one single rose
And even though we try
to let our pain go
we can't do it
without that rose
This little poem comes from the noted works of Shelbie Bozeman, the rose comes from my garden. I just love roses....so delicate, intoxicatingly fragrant, and pure...something that I wish the way life was all the time. As she states in her last stanza, we may often try and let our pain go, but without the rose, it doesn't occur. I believe we each should have a "rose" in our lives to absorb that pain and share it. We so often try to go it alone for we fear to expose our vulnerabilities. For roses, even though are delicate, they embody a tremendous amount of strength. Find your rose.
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