She planted a seed of love in her heart,
When she was just ten and two,
She watered it daily without restraint,
And in no time, it unabashedly grew.
Into an all-encompassing tree,
With myriad flowers and leaves new.
None ever met sadness, knew any gloom,
For the love tree in her was in full bloom.
An angel then struck a heavenly arrow,
That caused a few flowers to fall.
Love bled unwittingly from her good heart,
She poured it out freely, not for one but all.
A fair lady with an evergreen heart,
She was thus, endearingly looked upon.
With age which never became barren,
And flowers and fruits of love grew on and on.
Remember, a love tree can’t be shaken or broken,
Or uprooted by a tumultuous external force.
If a loving soul has trust in oneself to hold it,
Doesn’t then harden or weaken at the source.