Red Roses And White Tulips

Rosemoore scented, honey sweet,

Radicchio bitter, reeking rafflesia arnoldii;

Life is a mixture of red roses and white tulips,

Of abundant love and an anguished soul awaiting healing.

But it is always worth the fight.

The scars are worth the smiles.

Where red roses caress, and their thorns prick, white tulips balm.

For as the sun rises above the horizon,

The darkest nights of thorn,

Slowly sprinkle the skies with fortunes once lost;

Now to be relished forever.