So I was walking through the garden,
full of flowers of varieties,
some large, some small,
Red,white, violet of all kinds,
some cospicious,some not,
some dim, some bright,
all were very beautiful,
Because I wasn't in love yet.
suddenly I saw one little of kind,
Hidden among others,
that other visitors hadn't seen,
Not too radiant, not too conspious,
But caught my senses so mercilessly,
That I couldn't help admiring it.
A second before I had plucked my little flower,
I came back to my senses,
that I had mistaken what love is,
that I should water it and keep it,
that I should protect it from weeds and rude insects,
Then I smelled it's fragrance and found love.
Next time I visited"my flower"
looking beautiful than ever before,
My own favourite among beautful ones,
They have named flowers,
some rose, lily, almond , Daisy and marigold,
But I have named my personal flower,
"my little flower".
Because it's incomparable.
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