There is something about a flower...

There is something about a flower,

   the way it buds and wilts,

   the way it unfolds and dies.

There is something about a flower,

    the way it smiles and whispers,

    the way it loves and vanishes.

There is something about love,

   the way it comes and goes,

   the way it unfolds and dies.

There is something about your love

   the way it haunts my nights

   the way it brightens my days.

There is something about a flower,

There is something about love,

   that make men see beauty

   on the face of a broken mask.

There is something about flowers...

There is something about love...