Lesbian Poetry

Love

Love like a rose, the center it's heart the seed in the middle, is where we will start,
When our eyes first met, when I looked into you, Some pedals had grown, one maybe two,
Young and strong, thirsting for life,
Was how I felt, when you entered my life,
As days and months, moved on in time,
The rose itself, started to vine,
It was wild and free and yet divine,
Not choking itself, all tangled in twine,
Seasons would come, seasons would go
And still that rose, continued to grow
As the years did pass,
Almost ten in time, the color the rose faded
Behind, pedals would drop new ones would appear,
Some of them didn't who was aware, some of them
Wrinkled and cringled and brown, some of them fell, fell to the ground, some of them clinging, clinging for life, if the heart in the center could just reignite, and flourish new pedals, big red and bright, Come out of the darkness and into the light,
Love like the rose, has it's thorns to bear,
It cuts and it rips, gets torn and can tear,
It's the roots you can't see, that lie underground,
Will determine if love, if there's love to be found.....