Maybe like how the leaves crave for the delicate water,
And once it rains heavily upon them,
they find it to hard to bare,
That it seemingly slips right of the leave to the bottom on the pavement.
They crave it, as to live
Like humans crave love, as to live
And when the plants are watered excessively, they are simply drained of them selves.
Withering away, to live one in ones memeory.
I find it ironic, for once we are loved deeply, loved heavily, we arent able to bare the feeling of letting them down, cant bare the feeling of inhumanity for not loving them even to the slightest, as to as much as they may do. And its alright. Your consideration is a sign of care.
And at a moment it becomes immensely heavy too strong, too concentrated that it drains you. And you too wither away.
Just like water to a plant, Love someone as much as they can bare, not to as much as you can give.
For Love is powerful.
For love feels to heavy to bare sometimes.
And for that is also the beauty Of love.
For love is simple and delicate, but to that to some love are the people. Not only their feelings.
For love is you and I.
For love is Us.
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