Same way twice

The grass - so slowly does it grow.
It takes days, sometimes weeks, for growth to show.
Too much golden sunshine, wet rain or merciless drought
And green grass you will be without.

It doesn't grow the same way twice.

Though emotions sometimes need a few clarifications
We can't repeat past winters' or summers' sensations.
We can't repeat any day, let alone any night
Any words, glances or walks plain out of sight.

Such things don't happen the same way twice.

I go through phases when your name sounds so sweet
Times during which just this word makes my heart beat.
People simply fade away; past them my eyes quickly pass
For a crimson rose shouts out at me from amidst the grass.

You're never quite the same red twice.

Other days, I go through a feeling unlike the first
On days such as this I think "roses are the worst"
The fragrance, it fades. The thorns they prick.
The stem, it snaps; how's this different from a stick?

But the thorns never prick the same way twice.

Oh, bad times, why do they pass by so slow?
But when they come, I know that they must soon go
and be replaced by times that are much more bright
Blinding all that was shadow by a brilliant new light.

So smile just a little; laugh just a little. Come and see -
that I can move over just a little. And let you sit by me.
Searching for the differences between us makes no sense
Two drops of the same water are equally dense.

Though we're never quite the same way twice.