Love is a wilted flower
at first stands proud and tall,
then as time goes by
it begins to fall,
to droop, to sag
its lowly stem, it hangs.
Pretty soon the sky above
gets dark and then it rains.
It brings a gloomy feeling
like stuck in matrimony.
It's beatin' down and left alone
this flower, it is lonely.
with separation's flaws
the pain that hits like thunder,
abuse was as the cause
a strong wind that blows under.
The flower didn't make it
left lying on the ground,
Divorce, couldn't take it
Love's flower later found.