The Garden Sonnet Poem by Joshua Thomas

Thou love is like the flower bloom,
Beauty present on every petal.
Thy heart blossoms with lusty perfume,
As my lips touch yours in a nestle.

Yay, time is a harsh, cruel master.
Thou lips begin to wither and crust.
Roots begin to blacken and fester.
Yet to love you still I must.

But the tender bud of love peels,
And every day another rose,
And every scent more love reveals,
Though armed with thorns, no threats though pose.

Yet, in thy garden, only one flower grew,
And what is life without my only rose, you?