• Love is like a flower in the winter,
    as harsh, brisk winds blow,
    it closes to warm it's soul,
    and then as springs warm embrace approches,
    it's warm, soothing light shows the flowers true beauty,
    but then as time passes,
    so to does fall come ever closer,
    bringing with it cold haunting chills,
    then must the flower close once more,
    waiting and hoping for springs warm embrace once again to free it's soul.