Love is very much like a rose:
It starts as a seed,
Then blossoms into a beautiful flower -
Complete with thorns.
And like a rose,
Love can be destroyed
By a careless footstep
On the Garden Path of Life.
But as time goes on,
And the ugliness of the crushed flower fades,
I hope the beauty of the rose (and our love) remains
Forever in your heart
As it does in mine.
