Love grows up and breaks through
a crack in the ground. Growing stronger
with every tear dropped from the angels
in the sky. Growing more and more with
each tender stroke of the sun: Love grows
And blossoms into something beautiful and
bold. Love starts to wither and turn ugly
as things turn grey and cold. A soft
White blanket comes down and wraps
around love. Love lies down on the
blanket and peacefully dies.