The Nature of Love

It is so true about love,
About you and me,
Like roses we bloom, we die,
We flee---
We must keep this love alive
With the industrious sowing
Of our kindness and hope and gentleness.
Yet, there will be nettles,
Awful windstorms and fiery voices crying dread,
Anguish and sadness.
But then we hug
And cry our tears
And laugh
And shed our fragile
Egos.