A blooming love.

A love,
So strong yet so fible. 
Torn to pieces by another.
That other was a love,
Stronger then the girl could hold.
A love that grew so strong, 
In such a short time.
A falling for him,
A breaking for her.
To choose,
The love she'd known so long,
Or the love that bloomed so fast,
But grew stronger then the other.
So why must,
The love of them be torn to pieces?
By that of other's love?
Because..
That other's love,
Was what was meant, 
What was meant to flourish,
Spread rapidly, 
An thrive.
As if spreading like a disease,
The love for her grew inside him.
A unbearable desire to have her,
As his own.
An a uncontrollable urge,
To be his.
Torn the long lovers to shreds, 
That broke so the seems of they're love.
But..
A love that bloomed,
As a moon lily often did,
Bloomed into something beautiful, 
Something un-describable,
Something worth protecting an cherishing.
This is there love.
A un-tearable, 
Unforgivable,
Uncomplaining love. 
A love that grew,
To the final,
Happily ever after,
Love story. 

~Angel