Why do you think my love could fit in a box?
What if love is like a seed you have to learn to grow and nuture
And to grasp this you need a sharp renewed mind like secutares to its dead roots
And truth for norishment
Pruning away old branchs each season to come full bloom in time
To bare fruitful things of grace and love to share with one's who need it too then they can start to grow
Love is far greater than a lil box