Wednesday, 2 November 2016

Unconditional.

She loved him the way spring loved winter,
Filling in his barren spots,
With seeds of roses and other flowers,
Her warmth caressing away his frost.

She forgave him every time he destroyed her flowers,
At first she was distraught by the pain,
But with every single passing hour,
She promised to plant them all again.

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