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When I was wrapped up in bewildering fear In somber heading off the wrong track Wondering along with a parquet of tear, Thank God, You always got my back.
You spoke with all your heart, Words of feeling's full of human warmth, Sunbeams and a fascinating spark Where amber and hazel leaves fly with the winds in the midst of the blooming month.
You held my hands in screaming colours of fond, Fist bumps that will never be cut, The winged elves and fairies have witnessed our strong bond, As strong as the tightest knot.
The field of our dreams and the tulip tree of our story Will always be in a shade of vibrant creams, Hues of friendship painted in lively Tuscany.
My sweet dandelion, This time I will be your towering tree, Your breather with an embrace of paragon, Putting you on the pedestal of the great valley.
I will fight the tornadoes and storms to not let you down For these arms were made for you to be safe and sound.
I will always be your shelter From shades of yellow and sunsets To the cold silence of the winter. And when the whooshing is blowing your ray florets, I'll pick you up and we'll always be the best.
