Love Bush
Love is not a rose
But like the bush
On which it grows.
Stems with prickly skins
Tangle and twist
To upward grow.
You paint bright the blooms;
I tithe the thorns
To twining grow.
Given green petals,
And half a chance,
Love’s bush will grow.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2019
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