Someone once asked,

what it felt to love,

she wanted to know,

and this is what I said:

Have you ever loved a rose,

and watched her slowly bloom,

as her petals would unfold,

you grew drunk on her perfume.

Have you ever seen her dance,

her leaves all wet with dew,

the wind – he loved her too.

Have you ever longed for her,

on nights that go on and on,

her face a blur, like a memory,

kept too long.

Have you ever loved a rose,

and bled against her thorns.

and swore each night to let her go,

but loved her more by Dawn.

That’s how it feels to love,

to care for someone,

even when love,

hurts you deep.

That’s the price we pay,

when we can’t afford,

to look away.

And finally she understood,

what it felt,

to love.