Like & Love

Mottakeenur Rehman

You like the rose—so you pick it,

You love the rose—so you let it live.

But thieves of hearts never learn the difference—
They break the stems, then wonder why fragrance dies.

No garden grows where hands are selfish,
No summer stays where roots are careless.

For what you like, you take in your palm,
But what you love, you become its sun.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Once again wisdom in a poem. The last two lines hit me the hardest and made the poem good to great and a fave. We all see love differently some selfish for what it does to us others for what we can do for others.

  • Tony36

    Excellent write

  • Kevin Hulme

    Enjoyable Read and so true.



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