Blossom,Bloom,Wilt,Wither.

"Love is young,

It blossoms, it blooms.

It's like a living flower,

That looks forever new.

It catches your eye from a distant place,

While trying to reach it, you get out of your space.

When it comes close, it looks rather bright,

And you just stand there, without moving sight.

But "Nothing Lasts Forever",

Is what people say.

So does love stay,

Or end the same way?

It's hard to maintain a lovely affair,

As hard it is to organize a fair.

But jokes apart,

Here's the truth:

Life can move on,

But will you?

For oft we hold on to our past,

We keeping on hoping for it to last.

But it may not,

And nor may we.

But one thing i'd like to say before we part,

You were the best part of my heart.

While i wilt, wither and fall,

I promise i gave it my all."