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My love is like no flower I've ever seen
Not even the perfect rose
My love is lasting, yearning, possessive
I feel it like no other feeling
Not motherhood, or being a granny
Nothing has the passion and fierce loyalty
That my passion has
It surpasses all other
My love yearns and watching and waits
The rose withers and dies in its season
The children grow and age
And have families of their own
My love is like the sky changing
With the season
And the day and night
And even the time of year
My love stays loving and caring
Yearning and waiting
Waiting for the one
The soul mate sent just for me.
© By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)
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