Like a flower

Like the flowers that grow,
our love is growing
Growing into
something beautiful,
something pure,
something special.

Love like this is rare,
rare enough, not to
let it pass us.
Like a flower,
it needs love,
needs to be fed.

Don't let us dry up
and die like the rest.
Let us bloom and become
something rare,
something unique.
Something that is
never forgotten.