love is like a rose,

for it blooms in time,

like ours will if we water the vines,

with honesty and trust,

loyalty and care,

our petals will florish,

with enough to share,

atop the hard and thorny stem,

lies the prize of being more than friends,

a bundle of beauty shining like a star,

attracting birds and bees afar,

beyond the leaves the eye can see,

below the surface is the key,

our roots connected, made as one,

             stronger than any webb, a spiders spon.