What is love?
We try to explain with a rose,
Identify with colors of red,
Define as hearts becoming butterflies.
He said, "I love".
One year later, she's standing
Alone.
Butterflies lose flight when harmed
And roses decay.
Humans speak too soon.
Is anyone sure?
Does anyone know?
Chocolate is sweet,
But is consumed quickly.
Some devour while others
Enjoy the sensation.
Either route has the same end.
Jewels present strength and beauty,
Immortality,
Until stolen - then gone forever.
What is the price we are willing to pay?
Red can also mean blood,
But maybe
That is the price.
What is love without
Being ready to die?
She stands on the front lines,
He takes her bullet,
She begs God to have her life for his,
His eyes show no fear.
He holds her hand and brushes her lips,
"Of all things, this is what I'll miss."
~Heidi Joens
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