Like a gentle and beautiful rose sprung out of the soil
pure and innocent like the first snow nothing it can spoil
but yet jagged and thorned defensively, a true nature's toil
Spreading up towards the sky for the feeble sunlight
closing up every night when the cold comes oh so tight
but seems so untouched and pure like without plight
Love is like a rose having it's thorns but yet it's temptation
many fall fools to the beautiful and pure creation
but few are willing to withstand when it brings damnation
Love isn't just beautiful pedals or ever so green thorns
false love you fall a fool for and can't handle to grab the horns
true love is when you with pride wear that crown of thorns
True love is when you're not afraid of petty thorns, you grab them and hold on until you bleed out and prove that you are worth feeling love.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Like a gentle and beautiful rose sprung out of the soil
pure and innocent like the first snow nothing it can spoil
but yet jagged and thorned defensively, a true nature's toil
Spreading up towards the sky for the feeble sunlight
closing up every night when the cold comes oh so tight
but seems so untouched and pure like without plight
Love is like a rose having it's thorns but yet it's temptation
many fall fools to the beautiful and pure creation
but few are willing to withstand when it brings damnation
Love isn't just beautiful pedals or ever so green thorns
false love you fall a fool for and can't handle to grab the horns
true love is when you with pride wear that crown of thorns
True love is when you're not afraid of petty thorns, you grab them and hold on until you bleed out and prove that you are worth feeling love.
