My Love Poem by Chris Prabu

My love is like a growing tree
Seasons may come and go
Like the rise and fall of the sun.


Full of colourful flowers in spring
Withered and dried in winter
Starve and try to survive in summer.


Branches may chop down
Stem might fall at any time
Every part may purveyling.


I dont need flood
To spread out
But sprinkle of water is enough.


The root of my love
Is always alive
And preserve my precious love.