The Tenderness of My Affection

My love is a flower in bloom.

At its peak, the most beautiful,

gentle, and sweet,

At its low, decrepit and dying.

Spring is warm and nourishes

And winter is cold, it kills

all that would provide my love

with the key ingredients for its success.

 

So, please don't kill me

with your harsh words and bitter acts.

Don't stomp on me, or leave me to rot.

For just as the withering flower dies at winter time,

as does my love.

So, please give me life

with your warm embrace and gentle touch.

Lift me up to the kindness of your words,

as a flower dives for the sun.

My love is a flower in bloom.

Be gentle, be careful.

With simple tools, I can either flourish,

Or crumble.