Love

Love comes from an admiration of the soul

And like the rose it grows over time

And like the rose it has thorns

But what is a small prick now and again

With such a beautiful bloom?

People talk of love at first sight

But that isn't what love is

There can be that instant attraction

But if it were so lasting then

The divorce rate wouldn't be so high

And there wouldn't be so many people

With that hollow look in their eyes

Searching... yearning to be loved

But it isn't about being loved

And it isn't about finding someone

To attach yourself to, to worship

I don't care if she doesn't love me

I don't care if she sometimes is rude

Because just seeing her smiling face

Is enough to last me weeks, months, years

And just like the rose it has its seasons

And just like the rose it needs some care

But if loving her means I have to push her

But if loving her means I have to hurt her

Then I don't want to love her

...But I do want to love her

So I don't push my love from one side

I am content to just be with her

To have her light shine on me

And just like the rose I am growing

And just like the rose I am pulled by the sun

I will never hurt her

I will always be there for her

And just like the rose

It will always be sweet.

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