Like a flower.

For my love is like a flower that blooms in the spring.
That opens and shines its colors for all to see.
Showing it's joy by its sweet smell.

For this love is like a flower that changes in autumn.
Its bright colors turn to sadness and darkness.
With her smell fading away.

For love is like a flower that dies during winter.
Closing up its petals for no more to see.
With its sweet smell gone.

For our love is like a flower in the summer.
Blooming once more after a long season of sadness.
And its sweet smell returning with new hope for love.

For my love for you is like a flower. . .