The flower blooms,
Our love sprouts.
They say it'll end soon.
But I believe not.
Your love has given me hope,
I cherish it with all of me..
Your love has given me faith,
To believe in its seeds.
Love is like a dream,
They say it won't last.
They don't get that our realm,
Puts us on the right path.
A dream is what we thought of,
Before we fell in deep sleep.
So tell them what they don't know of,
They shall not speak.
Love is like a stream,
It takes you along.
But this love,
It put us in the right flow.
This flower blooms,
This love sprouts.
And it will grow on forever...
It knows no drought.
❤️🌺
~For Us
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Poetry-The Unspoken Words
PoetryNothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red ~Kait Rokowski
