Before Me
Before you bloomed for me alone,
You had to taste the bitter rains,
And face the heat of scorching droughts,
Until your thorns grew strong and sharp
Before I felt your petals bright,
And gently held your slender stem,
You had to suffer aching frosts,
Until the warmth of Spring began
Before my heart could swell again,
With everything I thought I'd lost,
You had to grow through darkest nights,
To know day's welcome dawn.
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