some fools talk of giving
one perfect rose
what utter nonsense and stupidity
if the rose were perfect
would it open, then wither, then die
as the feelings we shared bloomed only to wilt?
would the thorns draw the blood from my hand
as my love for you draws the blood from my heart?
would each rose be different and unevenly shaded
as the days we have spent together
each one varied and precious in its own way?
the perfect rose exists only in imagination
perfumed with chemicals
so the smell is the same day after day
if roses were perfect they would mean
nothing at all
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 11:44 PM UTC
some fools talk of giving
one perfect rose
what utter nonsense and stupidity
if the rose were perfect
would it open, then wither, then die
as the feelings we shared bloomed only to wilt?
would the thorns draw the blood from my hand
as my love for you draws the blood from my heart?
would each rose be different and unevenly shaded
as the days we have spent together
each one varied and precious in its own way?
the perfect rose exists only in imagination
perfumed with chemicals
so the smell is the same day after day
if roses were perfect they would mean
nothing at all
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