The mother root of love
Has gone deep with in.
Uprooting this tree of love
May leave tiny rootlets
Too minute to be rooted out
To sprout out tender roots
And tender leaflets
In the spring of our meeting
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we have to share this [pensive poem Too minute to be rooted out To sprout out tender roots And tender leaflets In the spring of our meeting