Petals

Petals

Your love is like a rose.

Stunning red petals. 
Sweet enticing scent. 

Painfully gorgeous adorned with thorns.

Despite the blood you draw, I always return to pick your fragrant flowers.

Your thorns slice my skin, but your roots run rampant in my veins.

What I would do to have a bouquet of your flowers adorning every surface of my home.

What I would do to spend my days forever lying on a bed of roses. 

What I would do to forever relish in your aroma and admire your oh so bittersweet beauty. 

As your petals fall, so do my tears, but I will forever stumble to the garden to harvest your love. 

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