A Flower of Love

Once I thought that our love
Would bloom like a flower,
Unfurling like a leaf from its bud,
After the harsh winter months.
And our love was like a flower,
Opening in the spring,
With gaily painted colors,
Our thoughts were close,
A beating heart of the earth,
As the summer months passed.
But the days grew shorter,
The sun no longer warmed us,
No longer kept our love alive.
The fall came too soon,
And a cold crept across our hearts,
Like frost across a window,
And distance spread between us,
A darkness of despair,
A thought no mind created,
A word that no ear heard.
The flower faded that fall,
By winter it was dead.

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