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Jul 2013
It's called "falling" in love for a reason.
I used to be a tree,
Strongly rooted in the ground
All alone.
Now, I am a mere blade of grass.
My roots intertwine
with those of another
just like our fingers
when he's holding me.

But if he were
To be ripped from my life
I would be uprooted as well.
This tree no longer stands tall
But my lawn assures me that
Love is well worth the risk.
Written by
Jill Stinehart
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