Her love

In the spring she plants the seeds. With Every sunrise she waters the soil.

With a gentle touch she trims the leaves and pulls out the weeds.

She patiently waits for the flowers to bloom. Until then she will care for the roots.

When the winter comes it will wash out the color. But she quietly waits for this season to end. Many will stumble through her garden. Bring pain when it’s undeserving. Leave her lonely when she needs somebody.

But her love is like a flower.

She Plants the seeds of grace

Waters her love with honesty.

Lets go of things others hearts couldn’t give her.

Gives up herself to bring her family closer.

When his love falls short she wipes off the tears.

Then, patiently waits for the love to appear.

With each new season the flowers spread.

With each new season her love grows.

As long as she still gives it her all, the flowers will bloom.

Because without her his heart would have no room.

As she waits on the love she deserves, she’ll keep caring for the soil.

Giving back what originally left them.

When the flowers die and that’s all anyone can see. She knows the roots are strong.

With every season she gives just enough.

Enough to get by till the winter is gone.