How intricate and fragile love can be,
To think it can crumble like a dried out leaf,
Lost to the winds scattered in time,
One moment there then lost left behind.
A love was once strong to your mind,
Dissolved as easy as it was to find,
Like petals on roses love grows then blooms,
Desired admired but gone very soon.
Loves like a flower we grow every year,
You need to be gentle treat it with care,
Then when it is wilting you feed it again,
The flower then glows as love without pain.
A message I'm giving to each one and all,
Is you have to work with love not be cruel,
For if you stop trying then the love it will die,
As the flower you leave will no longer try.
Loves not a game that we win or we loose,
It's receiving and giving to keep it in bloom,
Love is a fire that needs to be feed,
To leave it will only result in its death.