My love for you is new.
Dandelions bursting out and blooming bright
Infectious.
Spreading through me, constantly growing
Perfect.
Unscathed, glimmering metal seals past cracks and welds new bonds.
Beautiful.
Full, luscious gardens to dance wildly in

My love for you is selfless.
You picked the roses, but you gave them to yourself
Scary.
The disease never seems to stop, getting progressively worse
Cold.
Polished metal now speckled with rust and scrapes
Tarnished.
Gardens left to slowly die, now there is no time for dancing

My love for you is old.
Roses abandoned and destroyed on the floor of what once was ours
Dead.
Taken away by a diener, rotting flesh sinking into the ground
Ruined.
Bent metal twists sadistically, creating knives of hate and lies
Discarded.
Flowers uprooted and violently scattered out of pure madness

And the cycle starts anew.