Love’s Fragile Bloom.

In a world where love unfolds its tale,
There lies a truth, both bitter and frail.
Love, like a flower, delicate and fair,
Requires care and attention, constant and rare.

For love is like a blooming rose,
With thorns that can both hurt and expose.
But with careful touch and gentle embrace,
It can fill your heart with joy and grace.

Just as a flower needs nourishment and light,
Love requires effort to make it ignite.
Watered with affection, it will thrive,
But neglected, it withers and cannot survive.

Oh, the sweet fragrance of love's bloom,
Can bring you bliss, dispelling all gloom.
But beware of its thorns, sharp and keen,
For they can wound, causing pain unforeseen.

Love, like a rose, can intoxicate,
Its essence so potent, it can captivate.
But if consumed without caution or heed,
It can poison the soul, planting a toxic seed.

Yet amidst the risks, love can be divine,
A heavenly bliss, a treasure so fine.
In the presence of your beloved, you soar high,
Like angels dancing in the boundless sky.

So cherish love, like a precious flower,
Nurture it gently, hour after hour.
For if you forget, if you let it slip away,
Love will dry out, and fade to gray.

In the garden of life, love is the key,
To unlock the beauty that's meant to be.
Embrace it, protect it, let it bloom,
And love will fill your heart, banishing all gloom.

So remember, dear soul, as you journey on,
Love is a delicate flower, never to be gone.
Care for it, watch over it, let it thrive,
And the beauty of love will forever survive.