Love Flower
The great wind told me when the flower-versed
was especially for me, for me he nursed.
This made me feel special and warm in my heart,
so close but yet so far apart.
Something said this love is true,
all very innocent, all very new.
Loving his love whom loves a brave flower,
flowers for you, I send and shower.
Though love and flowers I do engage,
little sad for words on a page.
For she cannot share with all of above-
the flower is dying and dying for love.
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