Love is like the blossom
Bursting into full bloom
Staying pure and perfect
Then time knocks at the door
Aging and withering
Until the light of the blossom fades
So perfect from conception
Withered at the death
Love knocked and has been
Stayed a while
Disappointedly departed
Gordon D Wilkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aging-love/
