I don’t want a fireworks-love.
I don’t want that burst of color
I don’t want a love like that.
I want a love that grows like a tree
Timid
Careful
Blossoming
Big
Great
Steady
A love that lasts a thousand years
Roots deep
Strong and beautiful
A firework explodes and shines for a few seconds but then it dies, leaving a deafening void.
A tree grows slowly and steady. It gets bigger, greater every year. It lives on for hundreds of years. That’s the kind of love I want.