There was a love.
A love that sprang from something precious
A love to be cherished and nurtured
A love born from trust and respect.
The love grew and blossomed
The love spread and thrived
The love was there for A/all to see.
But the love had no support
The love reached out searching
There was nothing for the love to hold on to.
The love withered and died.
Written by sub_long_legs