Love Is Like A Rose.....

I liked this..

I want to point out, however, that you should probably stick to using black "ink". This makes your work look more professional and worth reading. Also, I see that you have three posts and no reviews. To post something, you really need to follow the rules, and review at least two items first

Other than that, I loved your piece, and the metaphor of a rose was nice touch, however overused. The only things I would work on are spelling, and rhythm.

Good job

-ash

I really liked it! It was an interesting way to think of this simple object. Only thing that I would change is grammer. A few of the 'its' needed apostrophes, as did some other words. Other than that, nnice job!

Yeah, uh, sorry, but I couldn't finish reading this. Halfway through, I was...shutting down on it. Here are my main problems with it. Note: my comments are in blue, and my edits are in red. I left your original text black.

Love is like a wild, full-grown rose.
It's the color of a heart when it's swelled to its
maximum capacity of love for its mate. <--- Yeah, there are too many words here. It's almost as if you are forcing yourself to sound formal, but you're, in reality, making yourself sound like a total fool covering an ill-called bluff.
It's beautiful.
It's red...the color of your blood as its thorns prick you.
You can't help but ignore the pain as it draws more and more.
It's killing you slowly as you listen to its sweet words.
The sound of the wind floating softly through its ripe, red petals.
You want to believe it will be okay as you stare into its beauty and listen to its Siren's (a Siren is a mythical creature, but, for some unknown reason, it's a rule to capitalize it) call.
It's ebbing away at your heart...turning you cold...cruel.
But your stubborn and won't let it. <--- Come on, now, please? Really. How many careless mistakes can you possibly have in one poem? And again, you're dragging it out, unnecessarily. Sometimes, less is more.
You still believe it wants to protect you as it envelopes you in its sweet flowery fragrance. <--- Now, exactly. What did I just say about being too verbose?
It starts to hurts worse...your dying. <--- Come on! What grade are you in? Certainly not kindergarten. I assume you know by now that "ie" changes to "y" when you add "-ing". Always.
With its last call to you it tells you you'll be alright,
just let go....It's not and you don't.
As you cry body-wrenching sobs you drop the rose and walk away...
Like the red, red rose, love must also wilt away into nothingness. <--- VERBOSE! Now, I'm not saying I don't like the message; it's a very good message. But you took too long to get the point across. WAY too long.

I hope you don't take offense. You just touched on one of my pet peeves, is all.