When most people think of love

Roses come to mind.

Soft, enchanting, fragrant, elegant;

Their beauty nothing but sublime.

But they are fragile,

Their scent too short,

Their lives quickly forgotten.

Roses give you only the slightest glimpse

Of sweet romantic heaven.

But I wish for a love quite different,

And when you hear, you may even laugh –  

I wish for a love like kudzu,

The virtually indestructible plant,

I wish for a love like kudzu,

Enveloping and weathering every storm.

Spreading, growing, overtaking, protecting;

Strength is its norm.

If you try to cut it away,

You must not leave even the smallest amount.

It will re...

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