A Growing Love
Because I love you,
I will let myself be part of you
and yourself part of me.
I will let us plant- never seeds of doubt-
to blossom and bloom into something beautiful.
To harvest my thoughts
and yours.
To soak up the spring rains, grow in the summer sun,
come closer during the cold winters.
And with our roots wound together,
we will show a growing love.
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