Perennial Love
True love grows continuously
At first glance, the seed would plant.
A love that grows and enchants.
As the seed sprouts up from the ground.
A newfound love must endow.
As the heat of summer shows up hot.
A new flower slowly grows and claims its spot.
As the flower grows to bud and spreads its roots.
Soon love will bring it to a bloom.
As fall brings summer to an end.
The flower dries to dead.
As it crumbles new seeds fall to rest.
And love lies with them in winter beds.
Spring awakens to fresh new sprouts.
To prove our love still endows.
Every year that passes now.
Loves new flowers spread new sprouts.
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