Rose
Our love is like a rose.
It started with a seed.
And we planted this in our hearts.
We slowly watered it day by day,
Just like we shared our thoughts and feelings.
It started to grow.
So did the way we felt for each other.
Then there was the stem, long and strong.
Just like each moment we spent and the bind that holds us close.
Then the leaves grow out.
Showing our care and support.
So it slowly starts to bloom, red and beautiful.
Just like our love throughout these years.
Our rose standing gracefully and true,
Just like the promise, we promised to keep.
But storms came, and we forget to water it.
Soon it is forgotten and it slowly fades,
Each pedal falling off.
But remember a rose does not live forever,
It will die out someday.
But know this;
Our rose will always be planted in our hearts forever.