Words by: Natalie Johnson ’26

Space

Two roses stand reaching out with sharp thorns, 

one a vibrant blue, the other a dark red. 

Together they stand but could not be further torn, 

therein lies their problems, so close yet so spread. 

Space

As the wind blows it forces connection. 

They bristle and shake away the feeling. 

When they touch, sparks. Why this new intense tension? 

Judgment is all they know, why this new dealing?

Space

Confusion is not a new thing. 

They know it’s scary, they know it’s hard. 

Together they stand facing this fling.

They finally accept this new bond with no disregard. 

Space

Their love grows despite the objections around.

Love will grow now knowing they have no bounds. 

Space

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