Growth

Our love is like a flower that bloomed from spring to summer. So sweet & innocent until came winter...The coldness came in and withered the petals. They tried to stay attach but slowly they fell. Raw beauty of the core became revealed but was it too late for all to be healed? Our branch had become so brittle, so frail. Too weak to hold on it began breaking slowly. Broken down to what seemed like nothing but little did we know.. Our love planted a seed so deeply in the ground that its roots were to forever grow.