When we met again,
the flower was wilting and sad
"I don't want to die, so early"she said
"Heal me, I've seen you doing it before"
"I love you" I whispered gently to her
and waited, saw her face once again
turning radiant, in an instance
in love she believes, listens to its prompts
healing power of love, is evident yet again.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
When we met again,
the flower was wilting and sad
"I don't want to die, so early"she said
"Heal me, I've seen you doing it before"
"I love you" I whispered gently to her
and waited, saw her face once again
turning radiant, in an instance
in love she believes, listens to its prompts
healing power of love, is evident yet again.
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