Like a rose over time will wither and die
First losing its fragrance as the colour fades,
Love can also die just like that rose
But it may take months or even decades.
Both situations are really quite sad
For we all like to think that things will last,
Sadly all good things come to an end
From start to finish is quite a contrast.
Both fresh and new and raring to go
Like buds waiting to get into full bloom,
To flourish with such love and attention
For it all to end in doom and gloom.
So the rose lies limp upon the ground
And the unseen love dies within the heart,
Neither can be brought back once they`re gone
Leaving sadness behind when they depart.
