What Kind Of Love - Poem by American Male
our love can feel the wrath of a rose’s thorn
or the beauty that a thorn has a rose
it merely depends on our grasp
it may wither away
only to re-grow stronger blossoms of joy
will we water it with love?
nourish it with trust?
protect it from the frost of life?
within the greenhouse of our hearts
under the light of two souls
the seeds of love can flower
we are the gardeners
so shall we prune with care
nurture with passion and devotion
or reap the weeds of deceit
and strangling vines of lies
what kind of life’s garden will we grow?
what kind of love will we grow old to know?
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