The Growing Seed


Love is like a sprouting seed.
It must have faith,
Even if it doesn't succeed.

It's nourished day and night,
But it can't always find the light.

It grows and blooms into something extreme,
But it must never boast,
For that is mean.

So you see,
Love is like a sprouting seed.

It must face all those obstacles
And become what they thought was impossible.

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