Love Is Not the Rose & Other Poems
Three Love Poems
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Love Is Not the Rose
Love is not the rose.
It is not the petals making pretty the flower.
It is not gifts, wealth, strength, or beauty.
Where lust fails, love grows stronger.
Love is not a loan.
It’s not winning the lottery.
Love is the commitment.
It is accrued interest — an investment managed shrewdly.
Love is not the show.
It’s the work behind the scenes.
Love is not blind — it embraces what it sees.
Love does not come with a whistle or the snap of a finger.
It’s not a drive-through meal; it’s a feast to be savored.
Love is no stroke of luck or strike of lightening.
It’s not the exotic locale; it’s the right companion for the journey.
Love is not earned.
It is given freely.
Its foundations are too strong to be broken.
Its promises are too deep to be empty.
Do not let love erode.
Don’t let it dry or harden.
Love is not the rose.
It’s the well-tended garden.
Love Comes Warm
Love is fertile soil; it’s where things grow.
Love is more than adornment; it’s not just for show.
It’s the comfortable pace — not the sprint or the rush.
It’s more profound than like.
It is not volatile like lust.
Love comes warm when you are cold.
It’s a companion through pain — a comfort through sorrow.
Love delights in the good.
Love wades through the muck.
Love rolls up its sleeves and does the hard work.
Love laughs, love cries, love believes, love tries.
