I see our love intertwined about the stem of a rose

As the passion flows, the bud begins to bloom

Light flares from the flower as the petals spread

The colors of the rose form into a flower of immense beauty

As red as crimson blood, shimmering as if damp

The green of the stem as intense and ever changing as a forest

Our love for one another has caused this

It is a symbol of who we are

What we might become

The beauty we hold inside

The potential we have to grow ourselves