Augustus Gatlin

Love is a rose that grows in the desert. While the scrounging sun burns the ground the rose is unalert, for love is like an impenetrable force that no one can destroy, because love is something that everyone can enjoy. Rather its love in a family, love for a spouse, or of love for a friend, love is something that is never for offend. When love comes to you things are as simple as can be, but over time, hard times, can come and make it seem like a catastrophe. But love is not something meant for misuse but it can be used in ways that are of abuse. For things are as not as that seem for when it comes to love some feelings are supreme, and other feelings make you scream. Some days love is simple, other days its confusing as hell, few days its remorseful, and everyday its joyful as heavenly bells. Love is a process not an acute piece of work, for as its a work of art it ends in a simple smirk. Love takes time never something you should rush, for if you do it can start as something beautiful, but end in a terrible crush. Love is something everyone learns from, never something to forget, for as life is given, kept, and taken, away everyday there more to learn about love just yet.