Flourish

Love is like a flower
when it's nurtured, it grows
With each and every passing hour
Seeds sowed, fallowed by a rain shower
Buds begin to grow, they open really slow
words softly spoken, a heart slowly opens
Sharing with one another, love begins to flow 
As the sun shines upon, soft peddles unfold
Happiness touches, the depth of the soul 
In each others arms, you long to hold
It blossoms, to become, a beautiful flower
When love, is given a chance
It becomes, a wonderful romance 
Nourish, all things Flourish

                                           By: Patty
                       Copyright ©2003 Patricia Darlene Lachapelle    Jan 14/03