I planted my love in summer, with the best seed that i knew , i gave it all the best things , and ....with that my love grew , it grew up tall , it grew up strong , gave off the sweetest perfume , and with each passing day , i looked forward to each mornings dew. Now came the fall , my love standing tall , shall i harvest that love that i grew?Time passes away , and we busy our day, and the weeds i had battled stood too. They took hold of my love, and with each passing day , there insidious plans became true, that the strongest of love , no sun from above , had to struggle to see itself through. Winter now away , the weeds the decay , left with no more room, my love fell away to the winter, and i was left only dismay....