Love is like a flower

 

Have you ever really thought about love?

Compared it to something that momentarily captures your attention?

Love can be like many things.

The sun breaking through storm clouds after the rain, like a first kiss, a flower.

 

 

Love is like a flower.

Beautiful, bright-hued brilliance

Clutched in a child's fist,

Handed from sticky fingers to a mother's warm hand

And set in a favorite cobalt glass bottle

And put upon the window sill with the sun shining through

To cast sea-blue shadows on the floor and

Days later,

Wilted,

Fading,

Being thrown away in dejection

When they no longer convey the beauty

That is so important to our society

A flower, like love is beautiful,

For a time

And then,

When fading,

Is snuffed out and thrown to the wind

Love is like a flower

Reviews

[Jack Diamond]

This poem is very well written I really enjoyed it. It flows nicely and is very clear. However; I would like to disagree with its meaning. It's true that most relationships are indeed like a flower, but I would like to think that love, true love, is something that a mere flower could never compare to. Like the love the child with sticky fingers shows to his/her mother.

[Catala]

Hmmm i agree love is like a flower, and like all flowers love will end, though i take the wilting more as a symbole of dying life in physicality... Have you seen the roses dipped in gold? bastardized frozen times of 'love' makes me sick when people make love fake...

err... lovely poem. :)