She never thought she was destined for love.
He never thought it existed.
Maybe because it didn't exist.
For him it didn't.
She came in like a flower in the cold winter, a beautiful surprise. No one dared touch her as she was fragile, no one touched her as she was his.
He picked her and took care of her, tending to her needs and allowing her to grow.
As she grew, he grew as well.
His once dead leaves sprung slowly to life.
No longer a sad brown, limping wilts.
But a flourishing green, when you saw them together you couldn't help but smile. They were destined for each other.
But as all living things come to life, they also come to an end.
The next winter set in, and slowly they wilted.
But their love never did, it continued to flourish, to grow.
Now there lies a meadow beyond the stream, full of beautiful flowers, blooming with passion.
Every winter they wilt but the love never dissipates.
