743. Poem by Jaden Knight

Our love was like a group of blue bells
innocent, new and pure
poking from the broken bark of the past
inspiring all around with unparalleled beauty

Our friends helped to spread the love
just like bees would distribute the pollen
felt like nothing could ever hurt us
as the winds of change could only bend our stems

Like the best flowers our love was picked too soon
the flowers withered away and died
the roots were left to rot away
forgotten by those involved

I will never forget the beauty of our relationship
nor the lessons that I have learnt
I fully appreciate the experiences we shared
as the flowers of love start to bloom again