Love is..

April 17, 2014

Love is a flower with the most perfect petals,

they bloom and blossom

through beauty and regret

but one strong wind and they shatter like glass

falling towards the ground ruined forever...

But for all is not lost

for love has not died,

the flower still stands stronger

than any mountain and

slowly the petals will grow with tenderness and faith...

For love might be fragile,

but it will never go away.

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