For Renee

Your love was like a fresh cut rose, with petals so soft and the sweetest of scents.
Like a fresh cut rose, it blossomed and aged, and one day withered away.
My love is like this glass rose; cold, transparent and rigid.
Like a glass rose, it does not wilt, or age, and must be broken to be lost.

Reviews

[Phoenix]

You've defnitely changed. I remember the old "For ______" and how they were so resentful. This one has understanding and even love.....