Love roars,
Like a flaming blaring fire.
It rises.
It burns.
It creates light even in the darkest places.
It may fall.
It may wither out.
But the ashes of what it once was will always remain.
YOU ARE READING
Megan Rose's Poetry
PoetryThis is my 1st poetry book. I hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. -Poet_Megan_Rose
