What is Love

This question crops the very most,
For it is the worst crop each year,
We all hope it will be better next year.

So ask me not how to grow,
How my love should blossom,
But remember one normal thing,
Good seeds only bring a new plant,
Since the good is in, the original supplant.

So love, my lover’s that seed plant,
That will sow a love,
That love you wish to see.
And then nurture it for one more time.
I cannot wait for another season,
My love shall not flourish,
There is no reason.
So sow love and love alone will grow,
As soon as you want it to lovingly show.