Love Is A Rose Poem by Terry Coates

Love is like a rose you pick on that great spring day
It has life love fullness and gratefulness
It opens your mind and sees real beauty
But love is like a rose
When you pick it up and start to dream
You pluck each petal off saying
She loves me
She loves me not
When the petals run out
What do you say?
Is this the end of us or the enjoyment of the day?
Does this answer determine the outcome?
Is the true question of the day?
But love is like a rose on a great spring day
Its dries from its roots
It crumbles and curls over
It becomes so bitter
You repeat to yourself again
She loves me
She loves me not
It is a mystery, a blur that everyone suffers
When will love be good instead of being hurt and punished?
Is love the meaning of death like the black rose
It makes you scared paranoid about life
What will come of it and all its darkest secrets?
Love is like a rose on a great spring day
It can symbolize the struggle you have been through
When a dying rose rises again
The greatest gift to give and the greatest gift to receive
Love is like a rose
A rose on a great spring day