Love and heartbreak
together, hand in hand
a red rose
eventually becomes wilted
withers with time,
as it should
shouldn't it?

You escape into the vortex
that love creates
swirling colors
the opening of a rose
until time turns it brown

No rose is immortal
they all die someday
be it because winter comes
or it has just been
out of the ground too long
they all turn brown

They all fade away.

Heartbreak touches us all
one at a time
for heartbreak is
a product of love
and without love
we fade like a wilting rose.