Taint of red

Love is an open door?

All you need is love?

Love story?

I know that feeling

A bit differently

Not quite what the song was intended for

But I know of love

That opens doors

The love that is

Dear New York City,

I don’t know what it is

That makes me love it so much

Maybe it’s the buildings

That stretch towards the sky

Forever reaching upwards

Have you ever seen dozens of roses?

A field perhaps

Covered in red beauty

Have you ever tried walking through dozens of roses?

Your fingertips perhaps

Covered in red blood

From afar roses are gorgeous