“Love is like a flower. ?

When you walk into a field,?

What flower do you pick?

?You always pick the most beautiful,

eye catching flower.?

Full of live.?

And you live it,

and water it?

And care for it

Until eventually,

?You get bored of it.

?You stop watering it.

?You stop loving it.

?You stop giving the flower attention.

?And eventually,?

The colour drains from the beautiful flower

It looks bland,?

Wilt if you must,

?And dies.?

Sometimes - you can talk all this by the outer appearance.?

But, what about the inside? ?

The flower doesn’t function properly no longer,?

It rots inside and out?

And turns to emptiness and darkness.

?Because now,

you see it as just plain,

?Like the rest.

?When in reality,

it’s just as beautiful as before.?

You may have just neglected it, ?

Dropped it.?

Stopped loving it.?

If you loved that flower so much,?

Why have you stopped now??

Because you never loved that flower.?

You were selfish.?

and now it’s wintered,

dead and gone.

But,? What happens next?

You go back to the field,?

Pick another?

And forget about the previous.

Love is like a flower?

And so are people.”