Love, like a flower, must bloom
to bring about new life.
But, as the flower has a winter cycle,
love must fade away to grow.
As bitter-sweet love fades,
Like a wilting flower,
anew grows love's budding blossom
to greet the coming sun.
Where my heart must go
I'll see in days to come
for the falling of it's petals
are scattered to and fro.
Two wilting flowers
their seed passed in the wind
pause for one sweet moment
to begin their life again. |
Submission Name: Love Blossom
