I found this poem a long time ago in a notebook which I found at home.

I am pretty sure it was written by Robert

Roses (Alias Love)

Love, alias Roses
both glare like the sun
can bring so much happiness
coupled by fun

Both seem everlasting
promising to be true
Both cause great joy
or make one feel blue.

And I like all fools
ask this question in vain:
How can two things so beautiful
cause so much pain