The Garden

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Walk through the garden of my heart,
Flowers abloom for you,
Pick the prettiest of the bunch

Be careful of the thorns,
I tried to remove them all for you,
So you can walk with ease

Be careful I say,
You hold my hand and say,
"My darling, with you I am always safe"

You kiss my hand, revelling in its pretty shade of red
Your favourite to paint my skin
And tell me you will paint more roses to see my smile

"How beautiful" I say,
Truly I am so grateful to have you in my life
I hardly even notice the thorns tearing me apart.

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