"My Love"
By: darkdreamerx


My love was small,

fragile and weak; hesitant.

Like a small child wrapped in blankets.


Afraid of the world.

My love grew as a vine,

long with rough edges; unsure of itself.

No experience for the things to come.

Without the sun shining, it was nothing.


My love blossomed,

like a rose with rich color; full or happiness.

Thorns occupy the stem and sometimes petals wilt.

But my love is strong and will bloom forever.