When most men or women look at the tree of love, they only see one
thing.. they look way to the top and see the "perfect" peach... there
are ripe peaches all around them but they only see one. They climb
and struggle and reach and pull until they finally have it in
hand, and then they bite... and the fruit is bitter and hard... and
they cannot believe it, and so they wait and bite again... only to spit
it out.. and they cannot believe that something so beautiful, that they
worked so hard for could not be what it seemed... and yet they passed by
so many fruit which were ripe and ready to be picked... because some
were to dark, and some to light, or to fat or too thin... some on the
ground which were a little bruised or damaged... but sweet to taste and
soft to touch. But they still look upward to find the perfect fruit,
when it is all around them.
just sayin...
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