Like a Rose

 

My love for you is like a red, red rose,
It started as a seed but it’s grown and grown.
Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest,
And it grows even more with each passing breath.
The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure,
All the doubts that I’ve had you have since cured.
For all the thorns that this proud rose bears,
They are all softened by the thought of your care.
Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies,
But the love that helped grow it will last for all time.

Reviews

[M.S Solis]

wow this was a really good read
comparing the rose to the love of life was very refreshing
you make it sound so beautiful and engaging
though you could use some commas at some points that was the only fault nevertheless a good read!
one i'll definetly be adding to my favorites