Love,Shattered

In the beginning
   our love
was like a dozen dozen roses
   the petals pink
 full of life
         but as time marched on
our   love
    grew   complacent
worn
 and the colors started to fade
the petals dried
           withered
              died
 and fell onto the floor
until all that was left
of                 our love
were thorns sticking us all
                       around
 with heavy hearts
we grew           apart
       another love be found
unless of course
   we correct our course
and another bouquet be found