A heart is much like a rose
A young rose, fresh and pale green,
Does not have any thorns or sickness,
A young heart, sweet and pink
As not been hardened or broken,
As the rose ages, it matures and learns to survive the seasons
As the heart ages, it ripens and learns to endure the moods
Then the rose blooms,
And it is the most beautiful flower in the garden
Much like the heart,
As when the heart blossoms with love,
It is the most exquisite thing in the world
But the rose falls ill, gravely ill
The petals wilt, the leaves turn black
It struggles for survival
The heart is broken, ripped to infinite shreds
It darkens, it hardens,
It struggles for survival
The rose and heart recover, grow stronger
Grow thorns, tough exteriors
To protect the still youthful heart within
