“Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower.
That's the kind of love my parents had. Not so consuming and more everlasting.
And you see that tree over there? Now it's only showing green leaves,
but during the spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are,
they can also speak of beauty and passion.”
~ Mya Robarts
That's the kind of love my parents had. Not so consuming and more everlasting.
And you see that tree over there? Now it's only showing green leaves,
but during the spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are,
they can also speak of beauty and passion.”
~ Mya Robarts