Roses

Love is like a rose.
It might be white,
It might be red,
Sometimes it might even be yellow.
Whatever colour it might be,
It should still smell the same,
Feel the same,
And still have thorns.

If you have been pricked by thorns before,
And still feel the pain,
Take your time.
Wounds will heal,
Fear will lessen.

In time to come,
You will feel strong enough to hold a rose again.
Sometimes,
Know that if you want this rose bad enough,
Bear with the pricking.

In time to come,
It will all be worth it.