The Love Flower♥

The love of a flower,
Is as true as can be,
It fills some with depression,
Yet some with glee.

This flower is colorful,
But to some, faded.
This flower lets people be loved,
And some, hated.

The color of this flower,
Is red as in heart,
Or red as in blood,
That you bleed from the start.

My secret to you,
To have true love,
Is to be patient,
Not push and shove.

The Love Flower will come,
When it thinks its your time,
It may come next year,
Or at the end of this rhyme.