Love is patient, love is kind,
But love's lots of work, so put away your nursery rhyme.
Love's not a flower that stays for an hour,
Love's that stubborn weed that wills itself into a tree.
Though 40,000 seeds released,
Only one love seed remains unteased,
Though it only blooms but once a year,
Its blooms are beautiful and fierce.
And all through the dormant winter
While stripped of all its leaves,
Its roots stand firm, unyielding,
'Til next year's spring brings peace.