Love is such a tender thing
Like petals touched by the first day of Spring
Everything is gold which in turn is new
Then things turn silver
And you start to see blue.
But then when you next look things are black,
And this is when we like to turn our back.
We ignore it all when things get rough,
All because we have to be tough.
When oh when will you ever learn,
Like all things love too can turn.

TAylor Williams