Love is a plant that must be watered and shaped
Encouraged towards the light and nourished over time
We cannot always control the direction the plant will go
Leaning down with extra weight
Burdened by a lack of support
And if not tended
Watched after and shifted as needed
One by one the stems slow in growth
And the plant fades away.
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