Roses aren’t always red.
And violets are not exactly blue.
Yet, this lie is how we’ve learned to represent ‘I love you’.
But Youths folly.
Love cannot be contained in a vase,
But free in an endless field.
This truth, a hidden fragrance.
Oh, Queen of Adoration.
How lovely that rose be.
Sweet for a blissful moment,
But it pricks.