sprouting like the bud of a tender flower
with the petals unfolding with the brightness of the sun
nutured meticulously by the freshness of the morning dew
it grows stronger and stronger like the oak in the americas
striking like a teriffic lighting
with its spark flashing from coast to coast;
spreading like a wide fire in the harmattan
defiling the most shrewed fireman's expertise
progressing into a raging conflagration
pounding my heart like an obstinate palpitation
such an amalgam of blow and hope it is
but i savor the pleasure of such a microcosmic utopia
as my love grows by the day
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