rose and love-

 

Is love like a fresh rose?

Alive in its glow

Does it bloom divine?

Or is it just a fragile sign?

Does its spark forever last?

Or its beauty disguises as a few days’ past?

Does it feel like a scene from a romantic song?

Or its scent lingers for not too long?

Does it speak in silence- soft yet deep?

Or it waters your eye with a gentle weep?

Does it stay the same forever- full of feeling?

Or it tears apart and requires time for healing?

 

Is love like a dried rose?

Once full of life, but now in a fragile phase

Does it still get loved even when the petals waned?

Or its vibrant hues have quietly restrained?

Does it fade its beauty in quite disguise?

Or in its fain petals the true beauty lies?

Does it still hold the same glow?

Or is it radiating a different beauty no one knows?

Does it hold the same initial feeling inside?

Or it yells the truth time couldn’t hide?

Does it ache for the same memories to recall?

Or is it the timeless beauty in it after all?

 

Is love like the rose I keep?

Or is it just a promise, now buried deep?

Does it evolve through the years?

Or is it more profound for tears?

For me - it’s both the cases

The rose fresh and also with dried faces

Though their colors tamed

For me it’ll forever be the same

Though the beauty shifted to being soar

I feel the same love I did before

Though it has dried, I choose to keep it

As a symbol of love, that holds a piece of my every heartbeat

For love like a rose,

I’ll never let it die

I’ll forever cherish its beauty although years and years pass by!!🥀

-smarika pandey

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