One fine day, found a tiny sprout
Among the weeds.
Fresh, lush green, lively.
She found a way to it.
Rose it was, love found its way to her heart.
Then on, it became her purpose.
To love, to caress it all day.
It embraced the love she gave,
Strived up along with her.
Walked on the clouds, as she
Kissed the first bloom.
Fell more as she gazed at it day and night.
But, it grew higher to cling to the support