Flowers For Thee

Colors fade, flame gets cold
Flowers wither and people grow old
The alluring fragrance that roses possess,
Becomes unpleasant and beauty is now less.
Those sweet words that a lover speaks,
Eventually loses value and will compare to a brick.
Hard and rough, no life at all
It'll seem that there's no lover's arms to call.
Love should compare to a fruit-bearing plant;
Grows into a tree, with fruits that enchant.
Leaves and berries, they won't last very long
They die and perish, go weak from strong
But reincarnated life blooms again to see
That love's been taken care of, waiting for thee