Love is a weed
That just pops upFor some it's slowFor me it's always abruptQuick to bud and multiplyFor love is a vineThat will completely take overIf given the timeAnd it may shed it's leavesBut it has strong rootsFor love is a treeAnd it will still bare fruitThough it can be cut downAnd turned back to a seedWatered by hateFor love is a weed
 
    
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