The Journey of Love
The beauty of a rose is to be respected,
Yet stray too close to be affected,
By the stinging thorns of evil,
A cut could easily be lethal,
The feeling you have could start out new,
Like the bud of a rose as it grew,
Your mind, your actions and your heart,
Blinded by this loving part,
Because love is like a rubber band,
Two people holding different ends,
Stretching and stretching,
Farther apart,
Until one person finally lets go,
And the person left holding it gets hurt the most.
It's so touching!
ReplyDeleteIt's a deep poem… >.<
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, I didn't know someone the age of 12 could write such a great love poem!
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