Love is like a rose
Red, as in passion
It starts beautiful and young
It is perfect in everyway
It grows in charm everyday
Too bad, for long it cannot stay
Slowly it loses its magnificence
The petals dry up and start to fall
It is tough, not merciful at all
No matter how strong or weak
Its bond is shattered into millions of pieces
It was beautiful and full of life
Right now, it is full of darkness and hate
Can’t it be reborn?
No… it’s too late
