Sometimes love,

Sometimes love,

Is lust like a rose,

Burdened with thorns

Layered with woes.

Although we hold,

Love close to heart.

The thorns will scratch,

Your love so dark.

Growing fainter,

A darker thought.

The stem of love,

Destruction its wrought.

Sometimes love,

Is just like a rose,

Burdened with thorns,

Layered with woes.

It all seems darker

But if you'll last.

It'll all be worth,

The tears you've cast.

All the love,

That shown to you.

Will find its way,

To your heart, so true.

Sometimes love,

Isn't such a rose.

With the thorns trimmed,

And healed are the woes.