Love is like a rose?
I would have to disagree,
What of endless love?
For him, and him for she?

Too soon roses die,
Wilt, wither, and fade away,
True unceasing love despite
The climate will stay.

What of thorns, danger near?
Love rises up and conquers all,
While petals slowly drift to the ground
One by one quietly fall.

Petty roses cannot compare,
To beauty of two hearts
No matter how far away
Never stop beating or grow apart.

Soft red color is dull in comparison
To a lover's sheepish blush
Jumping out against pale skin,
Vivid, vital, vibrant blood-rush.

If love is like a rose
A pathetic world this be,
Flowers don't stand a chance
When put to shame by we.

I ignore you because I'm sick of your foul words.
Yes, I'm aware of your intentions to hurt.
And everytime you walk by,
I turn away and act as if I were blind.
But I only do this because you hurt me so badly inside.