Should I say that I'm in love?
For only one with the warmest heart knows
That love is a beautiful sin.

It gives pleasure, and joy
Warmth, and happiness.

However, when torn apart,
It creates a raging, endless storm,
Which causes madness across our land.

Be careful who you love,
For not everyone will bring you that sensational warmth.

In fact, bring an umbrella,
Just in case.

She held a rose,
Between her fingers.
Paying no attention to the pain
Which the thorns caused.
She carressed the rose,
Recognizing its beauty,
Yet unaware of the pain it caused her to
Feel.
She held a rose,
Until her fingers were smudged red,
With her own petals' ink.
Spreading through her hand,
She realized,
That pain is not felt until suddenly seen.