The Beginning of Love
(This is actually a song I have composed)



love is a rose
all pedals
delicate to the touch
with different layers
of pleasure
seemingly hiding what's in the center

you are a dream
how can
you be
you seem to be open armed
but I stand and I don't see you there
each time we speak
we talk about our dream
but will I ever see you
soon...

A rose falls apart
at the end of the season
and I pray that won't happen
to me.. to us....
this all seems too wonderful and nice

in the mornin I see you
standing there
I see your eyes they light up
the sun in your hair
I look down
and see
you holding a rose in your hands
just a bud...

the beginnings of
Love