The Blooms Of Love Poem by Bryan Taplits

The roses are not showy or dear
The blooms have gone out of life,
The score is in and you did not win
In your game of sorrow and strife.
But now I see the clouds they are parting
The sun glitters and the dew shines,
Spring puts on her new clothes (cause Spring's in the know)
And everything now seems sparkly and fine.

This sonnet seems at first quite roiled
It knows not the answer to the quiz,
But what it does know (since as love goes, life goes)
What is sowed and then reaped is what is.