Love is like a blossom, It grows more and more beautiful everyday.
Until it starts to rot, then slowly starts to fall apart in the most delicate, flawless way.
Trying to put the petals together hoping it goes how it was back the start Soon it grows back into that beautiful thing it once used to be.
Time will soon change us, just wait and you'll see.
Anything can change what used to be.
Inspired by a picture of a blossom tree. This is my first poem so please excuse me if it isn't the best.