Love is... A Flower
A seed, small, but surely it is there
As routes grow underneath, it is silent, hidden
It cannot be seen until the timid stem peeps its head out of the soil
Slowly, it grows
The nervous, frail stem it once was gets stronger and boldly stands up-right for all to see
A bud forms
It leisurely develops, but one day, when you least expect it
A brilliantly-lit energetic, vibrant flower blooms
And that is when love has truly formed.
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