Love
grows.

Do me this one favor, dearest reader:
read that again.

Love grows.
Like maybe a type of flower.?

It can start out as nothing and
then bloom into something so beautiful.

Love grows.
Maybe outward.?

A womb of a mother,
growing, growing, outward.

Love grows.
Maybe, and sadly, apart.?

Outward, Inward, Apart, and Up.
Just let my love be enough?