A Little Miracle Grow

Well Our Love Could Use a Little Miracle Grow 'cuz it's Clear it's dying... How did our love come to? This when it used to be Sweeter as the rose garden Around the gazebo... Well is it too late now to Save it I guess only Heaven Knows but I don't think so No, I don't think so maybe All it needs is a little Miracle Grow... I know the shadow of a cold Hard frost hangs over our Heads, it’s hard to mend Something as fragile as love When cold vile words are Said... It’s crazy how these last Few seasons we have Fought not giving the The beauty we might be Destroying in our hearts A second thought... How did our love come to? This when it used to be As precious and sacred as The Easter lilies and the Red, red, deep red rose... Well maybe we can still Save what we had not too Long ago, maybe just maybe All our love needs is a little Miracle Grow!