Starting as a small seed, sprouting into something magical– Is my love for you. Growing into a sturdy stem, developing beautiful crown– Is our love together. Losing beauty, Forgetting strength– Is me without you.
just love compared to a flower, don't really understand where I got this from, bu t I have always had an odd fascination with flowers. People love them while they are beautiful, but just pick them, leaving them an unavoidable fate: death