Her love grows
It Sprouts and blooms
She loves me, she loves me not
Plucking off peddles from a flower
For destiny will pick and choose
If love is overdue
Love is at a stand still
Just like morning dew drops of water
Before sliding off a peddle
Of a sun flower streaming
Down like a tear
So this poem is written
To remind us we should not fear
Losing the feeling
Of what once was
The seed which was burried here
Undig the dying flower
Cut it all off from deep
Of its roots
So that pain that lingers
Becomes the strength that heals
For a new seed will be planted here.
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