The prettiest flower...
Why can’t I have the prettiest flower,
so tender and soft,
so gentle and mild,
yet ever so wild.
Could that wild flower ever love me?
Could it be mine?
I am blind,
yet I can see the beauty,
and not a flaw in it’s petals.
The prettiest flower, come with me,
so I can feel love in my heart once again,
and be with the prettiest flower,
I have ever seen,
Forever...
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