what is it

it's always easy
in the beginnning.
fresh love, fresh
flowers, the promise
built on tenderness
and kisses. it's
before any clouds
appear, or roll of
thunder.
the storm will prove
it's worth, if it
is to survive for
another day, or month,
or if it's just
a summer fling,
a passing memory
to be folded like
a flower into
the pages of your
life and be done.