The rose of us
Is not without
Its thorns…
I want to touch
Soft petals and
Stop gripping
Prickly barbs.
I want to inhale
The sweet scent,
To be rid the
Smell of blood.
I want to free
This dam of love
That's bursting,
'Bout to flood.
I wait instead
For sands of time
To help us sort
Our thoughts.
I wait because
One day I know
We'll get past
Overwrought.
The sun will shine
As bright again
Or brighter,
Where it's not.
Memories will melt
And some will pass
But some will
Never fade.
Our friendship's
The umbrella that
Can shield us
From more rain,
For the rose of you
Is not without
It's pain
And the rose of me
Is not without
The same.
I do what I do
Because I believe
We have future
Joy to gain.
Don't forget
My love,
When you're OK
Please remember
I remain.
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