You, Me and a Flower

In freshly new ground a seed is set,
That's when you and I for the first time met.
As it pushed through the ground and started to grow,  
So did our friendship ever so slow.
We became much closer and time passed us by,
The seedling started to reach for the sky.
Out grew strong leaves towards different directions,
This was the beginning of our passionate affection.
And just like its stem erect and steady
We were there for each other waiting and ready.
But rain started falling..taking everything under,
And so our closeness became a distant sound of thunder.
Like the seedling in mid growth lost its battle with weather,
We grew apart and lost touch with each other.
Years later I stumbled upon you again,
Sad and broken in need of a friend.
I pick up your pieces to put them together,
To ease your pain to heal you forever.
Your smile breaks out and the sun starts to shine,
Out comes a rose of love so divine.

...this is the story of you and I.