Love, Rose Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

What of my childish resentment
Of a love that is of the past?
I should not hate you, for your change
Nor idolized what you are to me
Imagined and dreamed of what you should be

Love is not like that
It does not seek perfections
But flaws and imperfections it must accept
It does not reveal when you seek it
It comes to you unexpectedly

The ones we love can bring us to the 9th heaven
Or the 7th hell
Since the ones we love can make our hearts
Or break them

And this darling, I approve
That loving myself is the best I could ever give
That resentment to myself is the thing I should let go
Because I did not treat me well

I was not innocent
Held responsible for the pain and hurt I cause
As if it wasn't enough with the pain and torture for me and you I've brought
I apologize for hurting...you.