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Two seeds dropped by the wayside.
Strangers on this earth found each other by patient strides.
Opposite they were, both North and South,
Bound together by gravity earth.
A magnetic pull towards the center of love's faithful attraction.
Side by side, these seedlings grew.
Sharing their nourishments of knowledge, learning, support,
Encouragement, and compliments more.
Bathed in rays of the sun's future promises.
Years passed, and by each day,
They grew stronger, yet stronger still.
But they couldn't see it.
For their roots were entwined and grounded,
They became one unit.
No soul dare pull them apart.
What is the point of true love, if it cannot be shared?
What's the point of saying it, if you don't really care?
Do you even know its meaning?
Did you really understand its origin?
They say action speaks louder than words.
If I had not felt love before, I would never have believed in it.
"You are mine, and I am yours,"
they both said on that wedding day.
"I am bound to you, my dear lover,"
they both repeated in unison.
Finishing each other's sentences, knowing each other's
They were truly synced and connected from the very start.
Most people regret not taking the time to let the seeds of love grow.
Rushing into relationships and marriages, if only I had known.
Love is kind and beautiful, but at the same time can be dangerous.
Used the wrong way, it can blind us to the true nature of ourselves or suitors.
Love is not one-sided, it's two-way and shared.
Is your current relationship secured in roots entwined with your lover?
Are those roots planted firmly into good nourishing soil?
Can you trace back to when your relationship was just a seed...a seedling?
Did you gave it time to grow?
Showered it in water and gave it light from the sun's magical glow?
Or, are you planted in rocky soil, surrounded by weeds that choke you both?
You know what will happen if you don't change the scene.
The seed of love is sensitive and fragile;
It needs to be nurtured in the right direction,
As a mother does her newborn baby.
- TC Neville Senior, Author & Poet
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