Love is like the seed of a fruiting tree.
When young Love is fragile like the tender young seedling sprouting into the soil. It needs water, Mother Earth and warmth and light to nurture it. As it reaches above the soil the leaves open to receive. When it receives the right light it can grow stronger. We are emboldened by the advances of our suitor and our Love steps toward firmer ground. Through long years of surviving the trials of life our Love grows into a mighty tree high in the sky. A strong tall firm tree which is the crown of the forest. Bearing all sorts of good fruit which are our children. Good fruit comes from a strong tree.
When young Love is fragile like the tender young seedling sprouting into the soil. It needs water, Mother Earth and warmth and light to nurture it. As it reaches above the soil the leaves open to receive. When it receives the right light it can grow stronger. We are emboldened by the advances of our suitor and our Love steps toward firmer ground. Through long years of surviving the trials of life our Love grows into a mighty tree high in the sky. A strong tall firm tree which is the crown of the forest. Bearing all sorts of good fruit which are our children. Good fruit comes from a strong tree.
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