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.