Bleeding rose pedals of love

Love is like a red rose, in the beginning it seems to be almost a perfect romance and a wonderful experience, just like the pedals of a rose, soft and beautiful, but that is until you reach the stem full of thorns and sharp leafs, and like hard times we feel the pain and it hurts and you bleed, But still you hold on to the rose like lovers through tough times in life, but the question is when do we let go, when do we say goodbye, how much can we take of the pain of love? And then like when a red rose hits the cold dark floor we just let go of our love…but we are still left with the scars and blood on our hands from holding the thorned rose for so long, but like new love we heal though another and the vicious cycle begins to repeat until we find our rose with no thorns, until true love over comes the shame of the fake love we once felt.