Love is like a seed,
It can grow or become a weed
Have colours and be beautiful
And then die to never resurface
Or it can be ugly and frustrating
Never able to be destroyed
Rearing its head every day

Sometimes,
Once in a blue moon
The beautiful flower
Admired by all
Can come back every year
It appears to die but never truly does
It simply spreads its roots
To come back stronger and healthier

Love is like a seed
Easily trampled and killed
But with care and devotion
Can become beautiful
Love is like a seed
And can never truly die

And the sunlight clasps the earth,And the moonbeams kiss the sea -What are all these kissings worth,If thou kiss not me?

keep at it....the origiality of you mind will make you a strong poet some time down the road.

Peter

A good read OG, I enjoyed this one.

Les