What Is Love Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Love tis a rose,

Elegant; wild;
Flourishing ever slowly,
Loving all the while.

Kissing gentle heart dearly,
While devouring thy hateful bride,
Killing all that be unholy,
Leaving all the pain behind.

Is it not love that binds me,
That makes me stay my while,
If not love, was it hate,
Who has found me in the wild?

Who has saved me, time again,
Pouring kisses while I lie,
Loving all there to love,
Killing all that is to die.

Love tis a rose,
And thy rose be not mine.