Nonsense #Bed of Roses

A bed of roses is every
Romantics dream, a white cotton spread
Covered lovingly in roses, as
If they rained down from the
Sky, a gift from Cupid. Yet seldom
Is that beautiful image played out,
The soft waxy petals of the flower
Of Love start to wither and die. The
Intricate veins running through the
Beauty darken, the rounded edges start
To curl up, crackle with death. Life
Is virtually never a Bed of Roses, but when
It is it doesn’t last long. When you discover
Such a delicate declaration of Love, a bed of
Bountiful beauty savour the moment, rest
Your weary head, fill your beaming heart.
Being given a bed of roses is a sign of
Accomplishment; Love is an art.

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