Love is like a flower that wilts and grows,

Like a beautiful poem filled with prose,
Simple yet complex in every way,
Vital yet not needed to end the day.
Love is not easy to gain and to save,
To give love to someone you must be brave,
For better or worse you may say to them,
But if you don’t be true you’ll lose your gem.
It won’t work out if you don’t keep your vow,
You may lose your love and you won’t know how,
Should this happen just make sure you atone,
If you don’t you may have to go home alone.
  But if you do not have someone to love,
  Look around and don’t be a mourning dove.