Love patiently waits in the bud,
to spring out like a silly lamb.
It blossoms and blooms anywhere,
not aware of it's acceptance.
Love is lonesome at times,
most of the times it loathes.
It weeps and cries to be picked up.
Though the season has all the reasons,
fot it to bloom,
It prays within the rose petals,
chocolate wrappers
and in the kisses that matters.
Let love live and let love continue
to bloom and grow.
As blood is red and can be no other,
Love is the strongest bond,
Look no further.
Let love bloom forever.
©grace
Bio:
EAST WEST PUBLIC SCHOOL
ACADEMIC ADVISER
INT.ISA COORDINATOR