Lover's Twine
A rose, like a sweet sorrow, blooms for love's tomorrow
A heart, beating pure, is a vessle meant to endure
A life, like the sea, is there for you and me
A love, running wild, was never meant to be defiled
You, like a flower, grow more beauty with each hour
Me, like a bee, is drawn to you and you to me
Nature, sweet and cerine, is our love's current scene
Truth, now and forever, is ours no matter the endeavor
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