Dec 2019
Love is like a rose, frail and fragile.
That sways with the wind and violent storms.
Sometimes the rose fades away and wilts to nothing, but love may also blossom more beautiful than any on Earth.
Love is a special thing everyone holds,
Some hold back, others let love flow free like a babbling stream.
Some hold lots of love but are afraid to let it go, for fear of losing it in the wind.
But love is endless so show as much as you can, for love can never run out.
That sways with the wind and violent storms.
Sometimes the rose fades away and wilts to nothing, but love may also blossom more beautiful than any on Earth.
Love is a special thing everyone holds,
Some hold back, others let love flow free like a babbling stream.
Some hold lots of love but are afraid to let it go, for fear of losing it in the wind.
But love is endless so show as much as you can, for love can never run out.
I must have written this when I was 13 years old. Based on the handwriting and terrible spelling! I am in awe of the person that I was and the depth of my words. I don't know that I've ever found anything more inspiring than my own words about love before I even knew what it was.
