Is it to be claimed?
Not something we acquire
like the assets..
It's a florescence of weed
Unexpected, simple, fragrant
a heady mix of feelings
with many facets...
Love is ficus sapling
That emerges through a crack..
You keep nipping it off
But permeates more deep
Till tiny heart leaves are back..
Love is crimson Poinsettia
Would die if uncared...
Just the apt water n sunshine
Comes the right time
And behold
Bewitching red embers are flared
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