The Flower |
| by Diane Blue |
There's a beautiful flower on the kitchen counter.
You adore its simple, but grand beauty.
Its only purpose is to please you.
Sometimes your life is busy, and you could
walk by it thirty times without giving it a single glance.
The flower begins to wilt.
So you water it, make sure it's in the sunlight.
It becomes beautiful once again.
If you go too long without tending to it,
the flower will shrivel up.
You're sad
You give it extra attention, care, water, sunlight.
Too late.
Dead.
Love is like a flower.
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