Love is like a rose, some say.
But love is not like a rose,
At least not on a winter's day.
Roses shrivel and repose,
But true love always lives and thrives.
In cold winters of the heart and summer's heat and passion,
Love always keeps alive.
Some say love is like the sun,
But it is not like the sun, not forever.
Because out the sun will eventually run,
But two true lovers will always stay together,
Spending the years blissfully.
Through toils and trials and tribulations,
Love lasts into infinity.
But love is like the universe,
Infinite and wonderful.
For true love lasts even beyond the hearse,
Starting when we are young and bashful.
And although we try to figure out this mysterious love,
True love cannot be known fully, not even by wise men and sages.