A Star Valentine Poem by Simon Stevens

Roses, red petals like satin kisses,
thorns like the bitterness of a broken heart,
growing with the aid of the sun,
without which nought would grow.

Pricking you, your heart bleeds,
I have the power to render you
broken, a black empty heart,
you know me not to be that cruel.

It dies as the petals rot and droop,
I have the ability to maintain your beauty
with simple resources,
without me, you may not survive,
rotten, lonely and collapsed.