Love, built on trust
Lovers do tell when it starts to rust
It’s a feeling the heart has to bear
And seem no more to care

This Love is like a bush
When fresh, hard to burn
Grows green under rain
When dry, fire handsomely burns
And removes all grass rarely
Leaving some shrubs behind

Different seasons of the year
Spring brings back the freshness of the leftover
That’s when the fire rekindles not
And the bush is no longer over
Really it was a bush, that refused to burn