Love is like flowers,
that bud, blossom, bloom,
and sadly sometimes
fades and die.

Like flowers of the seasons,
that brings colours to our world.
Love has the same effect,
bringing sunshine o our lives.

Like the flowers that wither and die.
Love can sometimes wither
eventually to fade away,
but not always.


10 August 2007

David Harris

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-flowers/