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.