94 - To Touch A Rose

As the rose,
In the icy environment,
Will shatter upon a touch,
As will I,
Upon the warmth of an icy kiss.

Existence will no longer be survival,
Without emotional thawing,
A limit no matter what put through,
Is the constant remembrance of belonging,
Is the need to be loved.

Strive that the recognition may not stray,
But it'll always need nurturing,
To become a person of feelings,
To become a person of love.

Or the revolution of emotional depression,
Will end up flourishing,
To become noxious weeds within the heart,
To become a total waste of space.

For may that not be,
For all of our sakes,
Set it free...