A red, red, rose.
Only last 3 days.
A passionate romance.
Barely last as long.
And yet many still tried.
Like moths drawn to a flame.
For it is the chase.
That gives it meaning.
Many before have perished.
Many after have heard.
And yet the history is repeated once more.
For the hope for love, is an everlasting flame.
I like the comparison here, between the rose and love.
ReplyDeleteAre these pictures your work also?
Thanks =)
ReplyDeleteYep, these are my works... I have a whole thick sketchbook of them. I decided to blog them when new inspiration kick in.