Love tends to thrive upon devotion, trust, and friendship. If nurtured and pampered in the proper way, then it will grow for many a spring. Its roots secure itself around the heart, thus two vines intertwine and become as one.
Sometimes, love's thirst can not be quenched; it becomes weak, lifeless, and fragile. As it grows astray, its thorns strengthen and cut deep into the soul. The delicate flower that once blossomed, loses its everlasting beauty; wilts, dies, and becomes lovelorn.
As time passes by, a new bud emerges, and as the new bud unfolds to reveal its beauty, it takes with her the mourning dew.