Love sparks as a seed in the hearts of two,
Grows with the nurture of time as it passes through.
It comes out of hiding as a sleazy sapling,
Clueless of what it takes to be a blossoming king.
Nevertheless it aims to be a redwood,
Thinking it is a special one kissed by the godhood.
Fed on the memories and trust given by the mighty nurturer,
It thought the universe...