Promise yourselves
you’ll never love
but you only marry
into that guarantee

But don’t all promises
keep you forward
whether you stay true or not
I’ll never know myself

Because I’ll always live and die
and reincarnate into someone
you never knew before
I’ll always surprise you

Never a dull moment
when the me you had
built up in your world
only comes out of her shell

And you believe that its
new love blossoming
love is always a rose
meant to live and die

Sometimes this rose
is given too much water
or other times
she dries herself up

Some are beautiful and short-lived
others faithful and everlasting
love is a rose and ours reblossoms
and becomes more illustrious each time

Love is a rose
Romance is a drug
Poetry is revolution
This poem is done