Flowers  speak to me saying that love is always great
The thorns that sprout around talk to me differently
stressing that failures in love may  sting you painfully.

The lake that flows around admits that love is graceful
and it experienced it while accommodating birds on its waves
but displeases me , by underlining the pathos,  when water flows go dry

Spring brings in hope and stresses the ecstasy enjoyed in love time,
but puts its finger towards autumn which makes the trees to go nude beautifully

love and pain appears to me like two sides of a coin and when tossed up
if you get all what all you chose.  you stand as a winner in loving life ultimately