Red Rose

Our love is that of a red rose

Whose splendor rises as the sun shows its face,

Whose petals expand further and richer

Whispering secrets of happiness and affection.

And even though with the fall of dusk

All contentment is swept away,

And the rose's petals unite as one

Reflecting any light that may endeavor to shine through,

The sun will always rise

And the rose's petals will eternally broaden

Until they fully blossom into a stunning creation.

Our love is that of a red rose

Possessing a few imperfections

That may cause evanescent wounds,

But the internal radiance

That will everlastingly bestow healing and comfort.