The growth of a flower is gentle and slow,
Needing love and patience, this I know.
Yet when finally the bloom comes to be,
This is when there is beauty to see.
Open your eyes and breathe real deep.
This petal here is yours to keep.
This simple life, this silent bliss,
Is all yours for a simple kiss.
The growth of a heart is not always so slow,
This is what I'm coming to know.
