“Love is like flowers blossoming in spring. When you think it ends, it’ll grow again in time.”

“Love is like a flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of seasons!”

“Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons”

“In all cases love was a strong emotion, not easily contained once it was unleashed. I realized now that love was like a blossoming flower that continually added more and more petals. But there was no end point. There was no full bloom. It went on forever. Growing, strengthening.”

“When the true love will blossom, it will be the most beautiful flower.”

“For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.”