Love's Blossom
Love is a flower petal,
Twisting through the sky.
Decided never to settle,
It continues to fly.

When it does still, the petal wanes,
Promises are made, broken, renewed,
Passion fades yet the petal remains,
Misplaced in time, rarely viewed,

The river flows on,
carrying away dust
revealing in the dawn,
a petal shivering in the gust,

Without fear nor a care
reveling in the blue expanse,
Gently caressing the air
It joins it in its dance.