Love, is like a flower.

Beautiful, elegant, yet so simple.

Blooming in the sunshine, growing in the rain.

Surviving in the harshest of conditions, against all odds.

Though, take away the sun, and it will weaken.

Still, it will continue to grow, putting all of itself into survival.

Wanting to live, pushing through

in hopes of blooming in the sunshine again.

But eventually, without the sun, it will die.

Nothing can live, without the care it needs.

Without the sun,  the earth,

There is nothing to nourish the flower,

To give it the strength it needs to survive.

Like the flower, love cannot survive on it’s own.

Though what love needs to survive,

Is love itself.

Love needs the love of another.

To nourish it, to renew its strength,

So that it may continue to sprout,

In the rain, And in the sun.

Growing with the other person,

Both giving each other the strength they need to grow.

Pulling themselves through hard times,

And blooming in the good.