Love is like a rose, easy on the eyes
but like everything else love also dies
Or does it truely, we love to debate
Or we hate to debate, but still we debate

It can b confused with lust and infatuation]
It can endure so long as one has their patience]
It is the essence of what keeps us alive and young]
It is the reason for joy and new words we’ve sung

It is the reason we tell people to stride for their dreams
Yes, it is beautiful indeed, but not always as it seems