love
i'd do anything for my love... the reason i love it is it's my love... no body else has it... i've spent a lot of time wattering it with the love i posses... i try to take the best care of it and give it the best of everything, i try to protect it from harsh words and melencholy that comes with it's life and i soppose everythings life, but still sometimes the thorns of this great plant pricks me... i soppose it hurts for a little bit but it heals and the only thing left is a faint scar.. sometimes i'm down and need it's magic touch... but sometimes it's not there so i just look back at the memories like the time when i first planted the seeds, the times when i thought i'd never have it back and the time were i got it back and it was stronger than ever... this get's me through... i do admit though... sometimes i give this plant to much water and rather than making it neurishing it i'm drowning it, but it alway's tells me when i need to stop, so i do because i adore it and wouldnt want to hurt it... so this time i'm just going to let the plant grow, i wont take extra precautions and use shields.. i'll just let it grow on it's own, all love cant be sheltered it has to be outside in the wild so it can have it's own experiences....