You possess the kiss of death
But you smell alone gives life.
Your lips are as red as the blood that runs through me
And your thorns are so sharp they go right through me
You come to me in the spring
Yet seem to die in the winter.
Then come back so vibrant in the summer.
One of you is not enough
I need at least a slew
To give to my special someone
So I can simply say “I love you”