Our love grows,
Ever so beautiful,
Bright and full of color,
Nurturing it,
Feeding it,
Watering it,
Giving it everything,
It needs to survive,
And thrive.
Then, we stopped,
Once it peaked,
Becoming complacent,
As the petals began to wilt,
Turning brown,
The stem curling upon itself,
It began to die,
More and more,
Each day,
Starving for attention,
Needing love and tenderness,
Water, food,
But received nothing,
Until finally all the petals,
Had fallen
We fell apart briefly,
Realizing the death,
Of our love,
We began to nuture
The rose back,
Feeding and watering it,
Showing it our love
And devotion,
Giving our tenderness,
The rose began to blossom,
Color coming back,
Brighter now,
Than ever before,
Petals big and bright,
Stem strong and green,
Our love is back,
Stronger than ever,
Deeper than before.
