I once cradled a flower in my heart,
watered it with loves gentle rain,
words, like seeds, sow life or pain,
so I cast beams of delightful words,
each syllable light as feather, only for her ears.
Time they say, is a pricey toll,
a currency none can spare,
I spent all of mine in her care.
Nothing comes for free,
but her gaze needed no fee from me,
for all, I could give for free.
I sought to love her as my Lord treasured me,
pure and kind, loyal without pride,
patient with the absence of rude
that was the essence of love I was taught could bind,
let joy be the sole resident within these painted walls.
A good women who can find,
worth more than gold refined,
a treasure of the rarest kind
and finding you, I felt, the universe must be mine.
We sparked a fire we had no hope to quench,
your heart intertwined, mine was found,
surely, your heart was melded with mine,
in this sea of endless strife, our hearts were crowned.
She was a field of flowers in spring,
where the horizon kissed the land in quiet gloom,
she stood, a singular being
and I, witness to her every bloom.

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