Have you ever experienced love, love
is like a rose well-trimmed garden it"s a thing of
beauty in marvel it sits in the garden just in reach
but if you touch it and think its yours you prick
yourself for its thorns the blood seeping down your
hands like tears on an unloved cheek but a true lover
will grasp tigtht through the pain and the blood and
scars will dry and the beauty will be in the eye of the
beholder
I need a better vocabulary.
for I'm running out of words to comment on your poems.
I can only say "PERFECT"
and that falls far short
of the beauty of your poem.