Grow, little love, from a match that's lit;
Leap upward, love, or grow bit by bit.
Flame like the logs in a fireplace roar,
Or steady burn like a coal's hot core.
It matters not, if it's fast or high,
Just so it matches the fire nearby.
Very amazing growth of love speaks about wonderful imagery shared here very wisely....10
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The exponential growth of love is wonderful and it is a fact. A nice write. Thanks for sharing.