thy love tis like a wildflower
for every time it dies

tis reborn more fair then before

and I am but a humble bee

sucking in thy sweet nectar

for every drop of your precious essences

fills my heart and soul with pure bliss

from afar I could smell thy heavenly extract

and knew thy serum would provide me with

the strength I needed for this impossible flight of life

with thy sweet syrup upon my lips

thee has proven me right

for I now see a bran new light

with my wildflower in sight

filled with hope and love forever more

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