Built To Last Poem by Frank Moses Phiri

With hand outstretched, I reach for thee, A rose so fair, in shades of red and sea. But as I grasp it with tender care, I feel the prick of thorns, a love affair.

The rose, a beauty sharp and bright, A love that's pure, but with a bite. For like the rose, with petals sharp, Our love can wounds, but leave a mark that's hard to forget.

Hand in hand, we walk this path, Our love endures, built to last. With you by my side, a beauty rare, Our love blooms, a treasure to share.

Though pain may come, and wounds may sting, Our love remains, a precious thing. For like the rose, with petals gone, Our love endures, a heart that's strong.