Love is but a flower
O, what is love, but a simple flower that blows

through the breeze; 'tis not a thing but a life.

As a heavy snow doth desecends on this flower it will

die as love crushs the heart of an awaited lover, but

as the spring arises, it lifts new hope to love

again. Same as the lover with a heart-ache, and

time, a new love grows within him and he shall once

again live life to the fullest; just a flower does in

the midst of that beautiful spring day

Daniel Alois Dembski