Love plants her seed, a whisper soft and frail,
In the fertile ground, where dreams and hopes prevail.
No flourish yet, no vibrant bloom to see,
Just trust and care, for what is meant to be.

With gentle rain, of tenderness and grace,
Love's seedling grows, a smile on its face.
Sunlight of joy, and patience as the dew,
Nurture the roots, where love forever grew.

Through storms, it may bend, but never break in two,
Love's planted seed, a promise strong and true.