Destruction of a Seed

 Romance is aborted before it is given the

chance to be carried to term. New life, surgically removed by those whom think that the world is better off without what two people conceived.

Staggering statistics mount higher and higher as the love people have for one another grows colder and colder.

Love is seen as just a sense of cells in sorts. A byproduct of chemical reactions. Love has become all science and no soul. The reality is so very underplayed. With every procedure there are complications. Scars. Scars that are carried on in the lives of those involved forever. Romance is like a new born child. It is majestic and wonderful from the moment it enters the world. Its messy, but also beautiful. It grows, if given the opportunity. It is difficult, and it is painful, it is fragile. It changes can connect two people together, and change them forever. It can inspire them to become something so far beyond themselves.

Romance is sacrifice. Romance is a learning process. Romance is a form of life.

The destruction of a seed has moved all the way to the source... Love. If you can thwart that then generations will never come to be.