Love
Love is like a flower,
that blossoms in the spring.
Love is like your favorite song,
that makes you want too sing.
That feeling in your heart,
that makes you want to fly.
Can transform into pain,
that makes you want to cry.
But if you can withstand the pain,
and find the sun in a pouring rain.
Then sit back and give love room.
And like the flower, just let it bloom.
Copyright © James Moreland | Year Posted 2005
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