Love is like flowers,
that bud, blossom, bloom,
and sadly sometimes
fades and die.
Like flowers of the seasons,
that brings colours to our world.
Love has the same effect,
bringing sunshine o our lives.
Like the flowers that wither and die.
Love can sometimes wither
eventually to fade away,
but not always.
10 August 2007
And one can only hope that the lucky and fortunate ones appreciate that their efforts have worked and love is still by their side because, they MADE it work.. Yes, it fades, so one must dig deep and love themselves............another beauty with so much truth and food for thought..~~marci.xo.~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love some times never fades, and will be with us tell our dying day...