As we bloomed so did our love on that spring day.
Our hearts so young, so bright and vibrant, it makes me wonder - when did it get so cold?
At first our love was small, then it gradually blossomed.
As our vines expanded, so did our roots.
A heart popped-up, and others after that, 'till our vines were filled with shades of pink and love.
Time passed with the rain and sun, but what became of our love?
Was it washed away? Or even wilted by the sun?
Could it have been even too little care for the love that we nurtured together?
All I know now is that the hearts split in two, and we did too.
The colors dimmed, the hearts died, and the day