Amor ante omnia
He gave her a rose,
a rose so beautiful, it captured the eye of all,
and all were so green, they began to brawl
but she kept it safe, kept it close
For love does not envy
Her heart sang tunes of joy,
her happiness filling the room to the brim,
and the rose’s light never did dim,
and it was all because of her boy,
Love is kind
But as the months passed,
the boy grew bored and her tunes grew silent,
had he got bored so quick and then the silence got violent,
and the rose petals began to wilt just as fast
Love is patient
And every night after, the boy would crawl into bed,
with his eyes shining with apologies, giving her new toys,
hoping to offer her his own decoy,
had he not meant all he said,
Love is not self-seeking
Her boy, her love, was drunk, filled with wrath
his screams echoing off the walls, his hands flying and bruising,
the rose’s stem blackening, what’s the use of abusing…
abusing the only one who stayed along his path
Love is not easily angered
She had always been by his side,
when others had mocked and when he had ignored,
maybe, she thought, he got bored,
but wasn’t he supposed to be here, to hold his bride
Love always protects
It’s when the final petal on the rose is wilting and falling,
that she finally finds the need to speak,
she will no longer stay quiet and meek,
she was through with all the name calling
Love is not rude
She grabbed her rose and ran to the boy,
keeping her head held high,
never letting him see her cry,
she would no longer let him take her joy,
Love does not delight in evil
And when she said her final goodbyes
the rose began to bloom,
its petals and stem, no longer be weighed by all the gloom,
she was worth more than he could provide
Love always prevails
For love does not have to be what they say,
full of heady touches and fiery passions,
only giving the other small rations,
Love can be for oneself and in more than one way,
Love never fails