Love Like a Flower

Love Like a Flower Love is a rose, but you'd better not pick it Only grows when it's on the vine Handful of thorns and you know you've missed it Lose your love when you say the word mine Love Is a Rose sung by Linda Ronstat A delicate flower surrounded by thorns. Dare we reach in and pluck it? If we do, will it die? Can it survive without the life giving water of sacrifice. Can we reach through the thorns hate and selfishness to enjoy the perfume that drifts freely into the sir. If we pluck it will the flower wilt and the aroma dissipate? Why should we spoil something so joyous and take it for ourselves. Love is meant to be shared but not at the cost of its life.