Love Grows

I know love grows Yet sometimes its growth is painfully slow That I just want to say goodbye and go When moments are hard And one is down and sad I look into my own backyard And ask where the love is? For if love grows When it is really necessary, why does it not show? Instead love tries to hide away in grass that’s low Or avoids those times by starting a gigantic row Patience my dear! Says love Love grows Time will tell Things will flow Eventually love itself will surrender and bow 2005 - Sylvia Chidi