True love means not having to say sorry,
for two hearts merged as one, might understand
each other's faults can be less than starry
when one of them does something out of hand.
True love creates a see-saw, balanced well,
when ups and downs can interact with flow
to accept challenges when each must dwell
and find again that I love you plateau.
A bonded love can handle good and bad.
Emotions may upset the balance of
the steady motion that it most times had.
Such is the see-saw of devoted love.
Never having to say you're sorry shows
a love that lasts like an undying rose.
For you I put a rose away,
Hoping you'd come back another day.
I have always truely loved you,
I always will and I still do.
To pour out my heart into this poem,
Is more difficult than it seems.
For black on white, either typed or written,
Cannot express how my heart,by you, was taken.
You took it all and you didn't know,
But to love you dearly is all I want to show.
That rose may be dying,
But I am too.
For every second that passed,
Is my life without you.
Yes, we're all human.
Yes, we may falter.
But to hear those three words from you,
Would make my heart alter.
My heart would change from a landscape of a battlefield,
To the most perfect, undying rose: unbruised and yours for eternal.
That rose was stolen away by you,
My undying love was taken too.
Although you may not know this,
It was stolen and taken ever since our first kiss.
Three things you stole from me:
My heart, my rose, my undying love.
I'm suprised you didn't take my sanity.
I love you for always and forever.
A rose buds-
Reaches its arms
Out into the world.
They are felt,
They are given,
They are sold,
They are picked,
And they describe love.
It grows as petals do,
Fair, lovely, and bright,
Then wilt, but are not done...
They cry petals-
As they fall,
The rose will recieve
Special care
Or be thrown.
The love that they had
Is cherished
In a sweet scented potpourri,
To be kept forever.
I love you in this way.
My love for you is an undying rose,
no matter the weather,
or the care provider,
it will never cease to grow.
I have given this gift to you
and you alone.
Not because you wanted me to,
or even because I wanted it too.
It was simply because
it grew for only you.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.