Your Love Is Like A Rose

I guess your love for me was like
a beautiful rose in the spring.
One day you see a rose bush and
it has a very small bud on it.
You see this rose bush everyday,
and as each day passes,
the bud opens a little more.
Then one day when you see this rose bush and the rose is in full bloom, you stop and ponder over the idea of whether to pick it or not.
As you stand there, before your very
eyes the beautiful rose withers down to nothing and dies.
I guess that your love for me was like the beautiful rose, it started out very small and turned into something beautiful, but while you were pondering over what to do, it withered to nothing and died.