No Longer

Love is like a rose plant
It grows from care of others
It radiates its beauty for all to see
Its leaves are wetted with tears
Its petals smell of joy
Its thrones pr*ck pain and draw blood
But people continue to admire it
Continue to care for it
Continue to help it grow
Love like a rose plant comes in many colors
White-purity
Red-passion
Yellow-adorable
Purple-loyalty
But like a rose plant love can die
It can wither and dry up
It can shrivel and fall
When people stop to care
When people forget
When people no longer love