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Ask me what kind of flowers He gave
And I will tell you He gave me the very best,
A kind only my true love can give,
He gave me flowers that will never wilt, that will never decay
My everlasting bouquet,
is waiting to be claimed, in the place where I can meet His eyes for the first time
I am His,
He is mine,
I accepted the flowers He gave.
My dear sweet Valentine,
One day to come into my life on earth
through the heart of His chosen one.
I hope to improve & extend this eventually. In the meantime, enjoy & I welcome you to share your thoughts :)
 Jan 2013 Elise K Joye
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The rain will fall and hit the wall,
the wall she built to take it all,
she loves the rain,
it hits her face,
it makes her think, a slower pace,
the rain is free as it falls on thee,
it makes her feel so joyfully.
They built her up and brought her down,
the rain falls through their ***** crown.
She stands there tall, she starts to fall,
landing in the arms, of it all,
the leaves surround,
the sorrowed frown,
the rain takes all the pain

It cleansed her face,
it took the state,
the state of mind they gave to her,
shes taken away,
to a better place,
where shes protected and feels so strong.

And now she feels her spirit is clean,
defeated the demons that were hiding her dreams,
forever she will sit, watching it all, knowing shes free, finally happy
can they say the same?
they're all to blame?
Maybe the rain should fix all their shame..
as they are to blame. As they are to blame.

— The End —