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.