Two Portraits of Love

The flower and the soil ‘O, flower, if you’ll be rooted to me firmly, you’ll be standing proud; I’ll not let you fall. I’ll nourish and nurture you till Father Time calls, and wilt you and wither into just a memory. The nest and the nestling ‘O, little one, as long as you’re in my care, protect you, I will, from the perils of life, till it’s time to move on and you learn to fly; it’s enough for me that I once was your shelter.