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The Living Rose

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
By Linda Ronstadt

The Living Rose

My heart says to pick this beautiful rose,
I want to make your love mine
If I do pick it, how long will it last?
If I do try to possess it for myself
will it wilt and die quickly?
Will it lose its beautiful
aroma?

Love flourishes when it has
nourishment to grow.
When nothing is expected of it
but to stay as it is.
When it is shared, not when
it is owned.
When picked and owned its
aroma will fade in jealousy and anger.

Yes, love like a rose is surrounded by
thorns but the beauty and aroma will
prevail if not possessed.

Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2025

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