On Love and Rose

Our love is as beautiful,
As any long stemmed rose,
Both delicately grown by God,
Both filling Him with joy.

But how can our love live,
Unfed from up above,
Unkept by the two of us,
Sharing in His love?

How could our love last,
Thirsty parched and dry,
Lacking in the friendship,
Shared by you and I?

How could our love ever,
Dare hope to survive,
Any hate between us,
A winter as cold as ice?

So when you see a flower,
Remember how our love,
Is fragile severed from its source,
Of God’s eternal love.