Lover's Twine

A rose, like a sweet sorrow, blooms for love's tomorrow A heart, beating pure, is a vessle meant to endure A life, like the sea, is there for you and me A love, running wild, was never meant to be defiled You, like a flower, grow more beauty with each hour Me, like a bee, is drawn to you and you to me Nature, sweet and cerine, is our love's current scene Truth, now and forever, is ours no matter the endeavor