When love starts to blossom
like the trees in the Spring
we need to nurture it
and keep it going
by feeding it with love and tender care
and as the days and months go by
fertilize with the strength from the passion that will nourish it now and again
and if that love
is true then it will blossom year after year
and remain as fruitful
All Rights Reserved Rosie Fielding2012
Expressive lovely poem Lady Rosie :) xxx
ReplyDeleteWhen Love is involved, Rosie, you have green hands...
ReplyDeleteI like it....very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOf course it does :-)
ReplyDeletebeautiful.....and it definitely does.
ReplyDeleteLovely thought... If love only lasted that long...
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeleteLove should last a lifetime if two people love each other .... true love is hard to find .... x
I listen to this young man and imagine that I am this young again. It renews me. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteThanks Beverly,
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful song , now I know why you make that wish my friend big hugs from me Rosiex
lovely ,blossoms and fruit are always,,erotic
ReplyDeleteIts best to keep things in bloom for as long as possible :-) As indeed love if you are in it :-)))))
ReplyDeleteYes Bernard , indeed!
ReplyDeleteVery true and beautiful words, Rosie! Love needs to be 'watered' and cared like a flower....
ReplyDeleteYes it does Belita .... tending to the needs with tender loving care !
ReplyDeletevery pretty Rosiex. Makes me ready for spring
ReplyDeleteShould love poke it's head, from the grey of Winter day. Should it leap, and stalk and pounce upon the unsuspecting soul. Oh love, oh love the skittish-est of the brood and pack of human emotion.....For it's own reason, at it's own time. It serves a wealth of a world unknown. A crown of the heart unseen, a love a love so pure and true....those noble foolish dastard men touch to know not, what is this splendor at the fingertip? What is the warmth and the power and the wonder of such a thing? Love, in all it's sweetness, in all it's golden radiance peeks from a sheet of dazzling sparkly shiny Winter snow---it's hidden, taken cover, buried waiting for the time, the right time, the correct time the one time....and it springs forth, from the melt of the snow, the drip of the ice from the frozen of the tree...love love love, are you searching for me? Is it me, you'll grace with your glory. Is it me you'll fill with the courage, bravery to be the fool love asks lovers to be...is it me, is it me? (Sorry, you inspired my cheesy poetry self).
ReplyDeleteSigh
ReplyDelete...not too far from Spring, when Love comes into its own..............
ReplyDeleteHeh heh, "fertilize with the strength from the passion". That said, this was a good poem, and you ought to write a textbook of relationship advice, using your poetry :)
ReplyDeleteVERY LOVELY POEM... HERE IN TEXAS IT IS ALREADY SPRING !!!
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeleteYES, THIS, TOO, IS LOVELY,
ENDEARING AS THE LADY.
Hi Rosie. Thank you for your visit and comments. Cheers to you.
ReplyDelete"and if that love
ReplyDeleteis true then it will blossom year after year
and remain as fruitful"
Yes indeed ... but it is not not easy to find such love. Yet, something to look forward to.