Nothing hurts more than anticipation.
The fear of the unknown.
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A love yet spoken.
Unspoken in desire.
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Yet it sits and grows in the vase planted.
An odd since of humor.Â
It learned to smile.
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Sprouting buds and leaves.
The taller it grew no longer
could it hide this desire.
Wrapping itself in vine.
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Choosing to explore the unknown.
A love yet spoken.
Seen from the height of the vase planted.
It learned to smile more.
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Finding a love seen from behind the glass.
It yearned for the sun,
Sleeping only when it couldn't be seen.
The sun.
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The nourishment of dreams, granting peace.
A means to grow almost overnight.
Discovering more than this warmth felt root to stem.
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The manifestation of the smallest thing.
Held tight, each bud, every leaf.
Symbolic of the heights reached.
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Learning to speak in amplified volume.
It painted itself in infatuation.
Removing the price tag from the vase.
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One of the greatest loves
Ever grown
Replanted outside.
Soaring above the clouds