Sapling that tendered the
same earth where once apart.
Roots did mingle in proximity,
to moments that yearned
that they were to be entangled
in creations delicate weaving.

To cultivate this bonding as
moments past elegantly they
were entwined within each
others intimacy. Devotion  
of binding bodies did whisper
apparitions of form above.

In this lusting of selves did
form emulate above, as wisps
of emotion were rendered in
form. They were bonded in
admiration, a creation of
closeness and seeded love.




*"A seed only needs to be watered for love to grow,