Trees.

Infatuation is the leaves. Surface level. Leaves come and go, in a patterned chaos; when they're green and lush it creates a beautiful picture painted time and time again. When the frost comes, a hopeful wish lingers in the frigid air, all but counting down the days before the next leaf buds. Leaves, just as Infatuation, go away after a while, but surely they will be back again someday, grown anew forgetting those left behind. Leaves and Infatuation are not entities that last through weathering and wear. They sure are pretty, though. Lovely, even. Sometimes this up and down, to and fro, temporary promise of charm and aesthetic pleasure is preferred. You can easily transport Infatuation, just as leaves fall and grow and are carried by the wind.

Adoration is the branches. This is merely a piece of Love, attached to Love, will forever be simply a veering off, further removed. This is not a vital piece of the tree, but it is a sign of growth and determination. Adoration, just as branches on a tree, grow from the base of something stronger, it makes connections and flirts with other branches. Though branches sway in the dance of gusts, and sometimes crack and buckle under pressure, Adoration in this way is also resilient, growing where the branches need mending, swinging back to its comfortable place. A tree can be a tree even with small branches, long branches, two, or 100. 

Love is the roots and Love is the trunk of the tree. A significant piece, a necessary component. Without these parts, though, a tree wouldn't be a tree. It would merely be a flower or a weed.