Love's Rose

True love is most similar to a very simple rose; Because, like the flower when cared for, it grows. Each petal is precious and holds many memories, Yet a rose is still a rose throughout every century. The bud represents all that a lover can hold dear, From a very tight embrace to an unexpected fear. The stem is the foundation one must not forget, That when one loves they should have no regret. It's the support which holds us high in admiration, And why love is true and not at all an infatuation. The course of love is not paved with simplicity, A lover can change and is filled with duplicity. Love's quarrels are grave as even time only scorns, These are the precarious obstacles, the stem's thorns. Still in the flower's radiance it must wither and die We mourn, for even love's not wanting to say good-bye. Like the rose one suffers to make its beauty last, The feelings I have for you no one can surpass. Roses might not last forever, yet love is still true Unlike its temporary existence, I will always love you.