Love is like a bouquet of flowers,
So many different hues,
Lovely and soft,
Each petal brand new.

They must be treated delicately,
For the stems will break,
These are needed to be strong,
Or any strife they can't take.

Each day opening up a little more,
With the warmth of the sun,
This is how a true love,
Will have begun.

In time the fields are full,
Overflowing with beautiful flowers,
Softly flowing back and forth,
Gentle summer showers.

Written & Submitted By:
© Janice Marie