Untitled

Love is a flower
It starts small and takes root
It faces obstacles as it grows
But if it has the strength,
It will become a
Beautiful
Colorful
Blossom
Bountiful of love and hope
I see ugly
I’ve grown colorblind
We were planted and we grew
But when all was said and done,
We were not but a weed
And our love was uprooted rapidly
Without warning
Yet the sun still shines,
The soil is still fresh,
And there are more seeds to scatter…
Perhaps though I put so much forward
And failed…
I could continue to try
To grow
To flourish in a garden of love.