"Love is like a blossoming flower,
It stems out and searches for many opportunities to grow,
And when it finds the one it begins to bloom.
It blooms and shows its vibrant colors for all of the world to see.
It remains this way for a long,
Apparently the flower soon begins to wilt.
Its colors change from vibrant to dull,
Slowly it cripples and it's beautiful petals fall,
Falling to the earth it had sprouted on,
Until the whole flower,
Stem and all,
Wilts and dries,
Until it becomes part of the earth once more.
Now tell me,
If this is what love feels like,
Then why does it blossom when it finds another?
Does it have no bounds?
Does it know when to quit?
Why won't it stay part of the earth?
These are forever to be unanswered
For everytime we come close to the answer
It all falls into place
When we find that special one
That keeps our flower blooming
I uh.....got inspired to do this.....don't ask how.