A feeling with so many ends
With both beauty and pain
Like roses and the thorns of a rose bush
The flame of fire and the burns it leaves on hands
Like falling snow and the frostbite it gives
It can hurt, yet you still pick the rose
You still light the fire
You still watch the snow
Because the beauty is worth the pain
Love is worth the struggle
A lover that isn't a fighter will have love lost
And love lost will leave souls to drown in sorrow


© Rwr!tes