Love at first starts as physical attraction. Like a seedling breaking out from the ground below, where it remained hidden and sleepy till it was awakened by the falling rain.
It's potential is to grow big. To flowers and bear fruits. To be a home to a hundred lives. To make the world more beautiful. But quite like most seedlings, it dies without attaining its best.
Most seedlings live and die as seedling. Some grow to be saplings. Only a very very few grow to be big trees. Most often, Love like most seedlings, remains and dies at the physical level. Never really moving anywhere close to its greatest height. Its fullest bloom.
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