If I were to plant,
Your heart in my heart,
Not the rich soils of the earth,
With warmer regards for the moonlight,
For suffering of the frosty dew of night,
Place at in your window,
Inside yours mine
As roots race, at a gentle pace,
From within, falling deep, as the flowers
Ascend,
The stems and leaves to the sky,
Frim the sun a kiss just before out in the
Light,
Of the budding love evermore
If you were to plant my heart in yours,
All the dirt be forgot,
Sprout into your arms,
Grow for eternity,
Against gravity, It's all relativity,
With nothing to it's stop.
©nirajbaral
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