Though I’m small and brittle-weak,
Your Light can shine and make my bleak
A radiance to dazzle dark –
brilliant way to make my mark.
When love buds,
Petals explode with colours bright;
Freshly painted, curled up tight
In cupid’s bows of brilliant hue.
Senses explode with lover’s view,
When love buds.
When love blooms,
Buds unfurl in vulnerable bliss,
Opening wide in loving kiss,
Releasing the scent of fresh-brewed rose;
Riding the highs and sighing the lows,
When love blooms.
When love dies,
Petals curl in brittle death,
Fragrance disappears with breath;
Abandoned, rose retracts her bloom,
Beauty folds in winter’s tomb,
When love dies.