Love is like a piece of fruit, it looks ripened and you must cherish it. It never rots away or tarnishes as a piece of wood, but it grows like a piece of fruit on a tree, for when you pick it off, it grows in abundance because you are giving it more love and taking care of it. And when you pick the love and put it into your heart, then it grows; it replenishes itself. Because doesn’t a tree that you’ve picked apples off one year bear more fruit the next?
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