love is like a rose,
some people longs for it,
yet get pricked by it.
some people see it as beauty,
some see it as poison.
some enjoy the blessings
and the buds bloom for them.
some got hurt by the thorns,
only to be daunted by the painful thorns.
yet some got hurt,
but dare to try again and again,
trying to find the blooming rose.
yet some could not find it,
only to find that the cut got deeper.