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Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!

Love is a wild plant, its beauty untouched by boundaries. It blossoms freely, defying labels. Just like a flower in a garden or a weed by the roadside, its essence remains truly wild in scent and color. Embrace the untamed nature of love in all its forms.