Euphemism Poem by Steph Mohr

The depths of the oceans are dark and calm
but the surface can be enraged by the slightest factor
the animals that live within it's borders
each serve a purpose no matter how big or small

The esthetic portrait of a rose sad and sweet
what starts off closed and together
unfolds to an open dependent flora
its true beauty heightens every sense

The vast interpretations of love
not only measures a score but an immense variation of feeling
its used from infantile to elderly as extraordinary or hostile
This will not only make your soul but destroy well being

the great effect of anything
not only affect the surface
but can destroy the internal for eternity
like a bullet to the brain