love is a rose

I don't believe in love at
first site
to me it is a clever lie

for love is
more than desire
more than a passionate
all consuming fire

love is
like a rose slowly blooming
it is delicate
and must be fed
with gentle care

and left in the sun to flourish
no, love is not lust
for lust is a raging river
a torrent

love is something softer
and yet left to flourish
it explodes
and multiplies

only lust is at first site