Love, a rose

I wished for a rose And it was granted In the garden of my heart It was rooted In spring, it brought me joy Bushes in full bloom Fragrance it spread In my chambers effacing gloom In summer, with care I sprinkled love To prevent it from wilting The heat, I shove In autumn, it went silent Leaves shedding With prickly thorns it hurt My very being When winter came I had to prune the canes So I prepare it well For the next season again Perhaps love is such And hence compared to a rose With tender care it grows When the time comes We need to know how to let go