So Much Like A Rose

[Seth]

[Sorry, I really wanted to write a love poem... ]

There are thorns on the vine,
Tears falling from the petals-
Love is such a painful thing.
A tragedy, an agony
that hurts and sorrows its victims.

There are colors among the rose,
Screaming out its eternal beauty.
How sweet a sight, such affection;
A touch of warmth upon the unloved heart.

My love, how the pain aches my soul
To know you are gone from this life.
What I wouldn't give to have you with me,
Smiling so sweetly and... living...
Why does love hold such tormenting reprecussions?
This isn't a break-up, not a normal separation.

There are splinters clinging to the leaves,
Thorns piercing into my skin...
Beauty is suffocating under the pressure of despair.

The petals are breaking, drying and falling.
Why is love so eternal and painful?
There will be no other like you.
No one shall hold my love as you did once before.

Love is so beautiful, so eternally enchanting...
So much like a rose.
But love is still binded, by its own tragic thorns.

So much like a rose...