My heart, a garden of wildflowers fair,
In bloom, with love and passion there,
A place where beauty takes root and grows,
And passion blooms, as passion knows.
With every beat, my heart does sing,
A melody of love, on love's wing,
And like a butterfly in spring,
It takes flight, to soaring heights it brings.
For you, my love, the sun does shine,
Upon my heart, in every line,
A warmth that never shall depart,
And passion that shall never part.
In allusions, my heart does speak,
To tell of love, that's not so meek,
And though my words may seem obscure,
My heart speaks truth, that will endure.
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Life, Death, and Pringles.
ŞiirA collection of five poems about life, grief, love, rage, and discipline.
