Beliefs

Love is a rose, so beautiful and bright, A symbol of beauty that shines so right, Its fragrance so sweet, it captures your heart, And fills you up right from the very start. But beauty can hide a much darker truth, Inside the petals, there's more than youth, The thorns that prick as you reach for the rose, Are like a warning that nobody knows. For inside of us lies a different story, Full of sorrow, pain, and not much glory, Our beauty shines out, but it's not the whole, For the essence of love comes from the soul. And when the petals fall, and death takes hold, Our true colors are revealed, black as coal, The love that once bloomed now withers and dies, And all that's left is brokenhearted sighs. So don't be fooled by the beauty outside, For it's what's within that counts, not just pride, For the essence of love is truly pure, And lasts forever, of that you can be sure. Jacob k.s