Loves The Flower Holds Us Together

Love is a flower held together stitched petal by petal under climatic changing weather it loses fettle. Sometimes it's like cacti, defensive it's so resentful of anything inoffensive the slightest little bit reverential. Its gaze burns, says I can bloom alone. Often, times it wilts cries hold me, water me, I'll atone! My attrition submits. 'I'll open here love only for you.' Lay my head in your arms whatever these storms muster, construe whatever's the paradox? I'll rise I'll turn and flower for you 'right here-love will do? ' whatever the climatic weather loves the flower holds us together.