Frostwritten

my love is like a flower,

roots buried deep below,

for even if the petals fall,

it shall not cease to grow,

brutal shoe and stomping boot,

may seek to crush our bloom,

and clutching weeds that strive to choke,

will fail to bring our doom.

beneath the winter snows,

or the burning summer sky,

though the blossom wilts or withers,

it shall never die.

(might be using this in a future project)