our love is like a rose
a simple planted seed transformed into so much more
it grew and blossomed
the thorns were painful fate
but we got through the bumps and bruises
as time went on the rose began to die
neglected and abused
it is wilting
all the pain and suffering gone to waste
neither wanted to point out the obveous
and now as the last petal is falling
we have one last chance
to save this love from dying in the end
we can reform and built
we just need the tears and dedication
to make it grow again
so this is your choice,
alive or dead
which shall our love be?
