You know what darling? Hmm.
True Love is a small seed.
So, so, smaller-er-er,
Than the famous ‘n’ tiny Mustard seed.
But when permitted ‘n’ accepted,
By any Tom, Dick and Harry.
And get sown in the fertile alluvial soils,
Of the inner heart.
It germinates and sprouts,
To become a very, very big tree,
So, so, bigger-er-er,
Than the giant baobab trees in hotter Africa.
And when it sets its tender roots,
In the deep & fresh waters of the heart.
Colorful and shiny flowers shall bloom,
Which do no hurt.
And then sweet ‘n’ delicious fruits,
Shall come out from the blooms.
Nice juicy, juicier and juiciest fruits,
Sweeter than the figs of the famous fig tree,
Which even the little ants,
Desire and fight for, to have a little bite.
And whoever taste the little fruits of true love,
Shall be satisfied and long for even more bites.
Because the fruits of love,
Are bountiful ‘n’ delicious on the tongue.
So, Oh! My darling,
Lets nurture our little seeds within our hearts.
And make them continue to germinate,
And bear good fruits of true love,
So that we may continue to live,
In deep, deeper or deepest love for each other,
Till death do us part some day;
For now lets cherish the little seeds.
Good day, my lady!