Roses are Red

A commentary about how our lives can shape our love.

Roses are red or so it begins

The reflection of love shines from within

 

Handed with promise

Handed with greed

Handed with power

 

It holds on to three

 

One who has heart

One who has money

One who has drive

 

It holds on to three

 

The first it will flourish,

Under love and attention

The second will perish,

Smothered by green   

The third it will wither,

Besieged by desire

 

Roses are red

This fact is true

But love and acceptance

Will keep it from turning on you