We start with a seed, and put it in the ground
It's so silent and meek, it doesn't make a sound
We feed it, water it, and watch it grow
Soon a little bud will begin to show.
A rose will bloom, in it's own time
As the sun comes out, it begins to shine
And, drops of rain, leave some morning dew
Whispers of the wind will gently flow through.
The rose has blossomed and began to bloom
The time it took, wasn't a minute too soon
When you want it, but don't need it, it must hide away
But, when you need it, and don't want it, it's time to stay.
Love is like a rose. You have to be patient {like nature}, nurture it {like the sun, water, and soil}, and whisper sweet nothings {like the wind slowly blows}. The more you tend to it, the more it'll grow.
