L. O. V. E. love

LOVE

Love is like a rose with gentle, tender parts,
Slowly it unfolds and develops in your heart.
Its beauty can’t be tamed it’s as wild as the wind
Words can never explain the feelings held within.
You could be cut by a thorn
and your heart would tend to bleed,
Sometimes it will be torn, but inside is always a new seed.
There will always be a change, and yet it grows and grows,
And although it may seem strange.
Love is like a rose.

she sent this poem to me last year October,
i think this poem was written by her friend,
or copied from any other place,
quite meaningful n i like it...
:)