flora metaphorica (The Thirty Seventh)

I kinda feel like putting one some of my thoughts down on paper tonight.  Basically I'm thinking about what I consider this word love I bandy about in my head on the topic of her.  And really love isn't something I enter into lightly.  Only two woman outside of "family" have heard me say it and mean it.  Hell the first one I almost married.  But its not as simple as it once was just a simple on of switch.  leastways not with her.  She Im just going to use a metaphor, a botanical metaphor.  Consider it a seed inside a shell that will grow into an ancient tree some day, it will lay dormant till the conditions are right for it, but all the while it knows exactly what it will become.  It might not know all the twists land and gravity will work it or what limbs will fall off.  But it damn well knows its gonna grow and last and F anything that stands in its way because it has the patience to crumble mountains.  Granted the sapling we planted made this seed, if we gave it a go again it would be something new something more full, something more complex...this song kinda complements the idea