The sun shining, you walk along the morning flowers. You see a girl Joins along, joyfully,quietly, and peacefully. You stoll and troll around, and get to know each other, along the brite sun's warmth and the glowing relationship each other, like the flower, blossoming into a magnificent pair of flowers. After a few, loving days, It gets cloudy and unsure if you see the flowers bloom, or watch your self blossom into the brite flowers. And with out the warmth of the sun, you whither, unsure of the outcome of the clouds. You and her, seperate. After a few days, a dark cloud of rain, pours all over your warm heart cold, and forced away, your still have the warmth Of her smile just as the flowers had brung. A week later, hail and snow, blanket and freeze all the warmth of your heart of her, yet still wanting her, you fall deeper in cold by the blanketing frost. Your memory of the blossemed flower, have whithered away in a array of coldness and saddness. The warm left if you, just for yourself, goes out and succums to the cold.
i could sware this is some modern shakespear work, but i won't, because it isn't complete. though your choice of words is great, the repitition of some takes the flow away. you have to try your best to use the most amazing words and use least of them... good work.